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Walk in the Night...

As I Walk in the Night... I Drift into the Memories We Spent Together...
Never knew that You would be that One...
With whom I wouldn't Care whether I would Lose or Won...

As I Walk in the Night... I Drift into the Memories We Spent Together...
Times We spent were all Mesmerizing...
Wished it would Freeze or had no Ending...

As I Walk in the Night... I Drift into the Memories We Spent Together...
Even when We never Met...
We were the Best Duet...

As I Walk in the Night... I Drift into the Memories We Spent Together...
Now that We have to part away...
Destiny will bring it Together our Way...

As I Walk in the Night... I Drift into the Memories We Spent Together...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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