Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock. — Vinod Varghese Antony
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Death is her name,Who walks in her garden of fame,And plucks flowers for her lock,Which has the power to ride a flock.

— Vinod Varghese Antony
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