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Twenty-first, you are the rough desert of losing everything
Twenty-first, even then I will not tell you bad for your editing.
Twenty-first, you gave the proof that human is not God
Twenty-first,  you taught the knowledge that we never got.
Twenty-first, you are the stigma, you are stained in black
Twenty-first, you may not imagine still I will remain slack.
Twenty-first, in your reign in name of human the animal those are
Twenty-first, you tied in same thread the king with the child of the footpath.
Twenty-first, I like to valued you and give you honor
Twenty-first, you teach them the value of human, in your hour.
Twenty-first, you have written your name along with blood
Twenty-first, you  teach the lesson, the rich and the poor all are equal
though they are sad.

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