Just like natural fountain
And the burning ice at the mountain
which bear the frost rain
Resembles your lovely eyes curtain.
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One day you will hear the story
A very different story
May be from someone you know
Or perhaps from the stranger
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I know the place where they have rules
But their first rule is to break the rules
Then kill your eyes
Then change your names and thoughts
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I'm stressed moving alone
I see many ways with dry thorn
I see people's tongue with sharp borne
My eyes see lamentations in a deep tone
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It look like funny but it isn't
When you hug a girl who is not ur height
She likes you and you let her into ur heart
Then comes the time to make things right
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They start offering a comfort
Little tiny seeds set root after root
And then, they dive deep into your thought
They stay with you through day and night
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I'm the third generation
From dismayed population
Vending and peddling is only occupation
I was born after failed abortion
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I don't talk in the morning
Or make story in the noon
Or drink when the sun is down
Because i'm so much taken
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I know you won't give me another chance
Coz my shirt is full of blood
A dirt man who do not deserve your hug
You think i'm a devil just because i didn't make your tears count
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Like inferential twins on their birthday
Perhaps like two anonymous traveller
Who are catching the same route
One is rich and the other is not
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