The dust on the old papers

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The dust on the old papers

Thanks to those,

Who make you

Dig your past.

They make you

Touch the soft

And the not so soft

Pages of your life

Today When I was

turning old pages

some brought smile'

and some sighs

to my face

whenever you plan to sit with

old papers 

Be ready to 

all kinds of experience

Someday I will relax 

and go back

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