Deepa Thomas Biography

I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
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God created us like a blank paper
More white than milk
More pure than rain
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Alone in that desolate cemetery
Not a single soul around
Near the grave with a marble angel
Laden with a bunch of roses
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Another day paving the way
For night to reign
Fading away slowly
Never to return again
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Let a thousand miles come between us
I can still feel your love
Warmth of your breath
Safeness of your arms
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