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I have never been to school;
And people call me a fool,
I didn't know how to read and write;
So people call me the dumbest mite. 


They said I'm good in asking food; 
But I never done anything good,
So I asked, how will I know what is good?
If you never teach me how to do good?


They laugh at me and call me crazy;
Then they shout at me to go away,
They don't let me stay even just for a minute;
They pushed me away, until in the ground I hit. 


Then, one day somewhere, I met someone;
She's so kind and a lighthearted one,
She never call me fool, dumb or crazy;
But she call me sweetie, dear or honey. 


She taught me how to read and write;
She taught me what is wrong and right,
The good and bad, the mistakes and correct;
Lie from truth, now I can differentiate. 


Now I can spell my name correctly;
I can count my fingers so clearly,
I can spell the FOOL, DUMB and CRAZY;
And know one person who's good to me. 


Do you know what's the best lesson I learned?
Is that knowledge is the best weapon and shield,
It can be the most cruel and proud armory;
But can be the most gentle and priceless property.

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