Okram Shakuntala
Much Ado
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The dry grass is crying
It is already sent
To its realism
Here also
Keeps
It
The lost time is lamenting
Seeing the present one
Laughing in joys
Like the new
Born bud
But
The man and his woman
Don't look back here
How much it can
But with fear
The steps
Then
For
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