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In my hands.

In my hands,

A shelter lies,

Twinge of dry strings,

Waking a firm ties.

Happiness within,

Security inside,

A family stays here,

With all their pride.


In my hands,

The whole land lies,

Built up with nature,

Fixed up all tight.

Changing conditions,

People’s emotions changed,

But the humanity somewhere,

Still lies deep within us.


In my hands,

A magic lies,

Where with little firm efforts,

I can be what i want.

Difficulties arise,

Influences  around,

If soulful heart is connected,

Than every desire will come true.


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