"Commands settle interpretations"

"Commands settle interpretations"
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 Fire : An ornament broken from the stars that limps through life.

 Water: I am the love that burns all the blues and crosses the seven seas 

 Darkness: Mine will dig the depths of the black mind  

 Light : I am the one who shines in your eyes and shines in your weaknesses 

 Addiction: When my feeling of desire increases, when you associate too much, I give you only embarrassment,

 Tears: An ornament given by God to laugh at the face of time.

 Happiness: From the depths of the soul, Pati also brings an end to sorrows 

 Death: Beginning and Ending Time My deminising
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 Life: The seven that are not lies among the births and deaths

 Night : A feeling of endless waiting for you....

 Day : A sensual truth that can be spread on the face.

 Woman: Like a riddle that no one can understand  

 Man: Finally a creation of God for woman  

 Lies: Help cover up the truth that makes every lie understandable  

 Truth : Planted in the lake of heart when a seed seeks refuge in the depths to germinate 

 Moon: The milky light that turns into milk when it falls down.

 Sun: A Sequel The power that revolves around us without rest.

 Earth: A house created to manifest the dreams of the creator as man  

 Sky : A reminiscent smokiness that seems to exist.

 GR Kaviyoor

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