The World
Once I lived far of hundred miles,
I saw people chasing lies
the forest and cottages and holy sky
how can people forget in whose love they all cry
the world has magic, love, and beauty in all the sides
why hold things like sand in our eyes
one see all were crying day and night
but for whom they were chasing day and night,
why not hold the love sparkles tight
magic that lies in our eyes can see the different sides,
colors holding the world's bright light
you can see what you want through your eyes
uff! why do people chase the light?
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