Million pieces of glamour faded under the moonlight,
Thousands of memories gone like a gust of wind,
Both the oppressed and oppressors vanished into the long lost corridor of the past,
It is up to me to revive those haunting fragments of lives,
To reveal them nakedly to the audience.
Here was how the memories began...
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