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While walking over this cute cotton grass in the valley of Sonamarg, I can hear the living grass cry...

......I am the dying cotton grass, dying at your feet,
Donít go into my pale look, gasping dimly in the sun.
I bring pride to this valley with my little beauty, I posses
Men barely see me but can feel me and enjoy
Children play on my lap and hasten me all the way
Still my life is short as I am the dying cotton grass, dying at your feet......

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