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Of warm rays of sun peeping thru' clouds Smell of

Of warm rays of sun peeping thru' clouds Smell of vibrant colours spray painted in sky. Smell of dewdrops dancing on the blades of grass. I love the smell of sunrises I wake up as The dosa batter meets the oil, a crisp smell that rents a room in our PG Every tapri waala brewing tea or coffee wakes up every cat sleeping at every nukad The newspaper boy burns his morning breath away with a cigarette All this becomes the scent I wear to work Of warm rays of sun peeping thru' clouds
Of warm rays of sun peeping thru' clouds Smell of vibrant colours spray painted in sky. Smell of dewdrops dancing on the blades of grass. I love the smell of sunrises I wake up as The dosa batter meets the oil, a crisp smell that rents a room in our PG Every tapri waala brewing tea or coffee wakes up every cat sleeping at every nukad The newspaper boy burns his morning breath away with a cigarette All this becomes the scent I wear to work Of warm rays of sun peeping thru' clouds
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