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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ˆ๐๐Œ๐€๐“๐„๐’

They cried out of pain of a man,
They cried from a bitter wrath,
Against the hopeless life that ran,
For ever in circling path,
All bruises in their hands,
And legs full of burns.
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐,
๐Ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ,
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ,
๐“๐ก๐žir ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐,
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐,
From death to death since all began,
Till summer began ,
They lost their way in the pale starlight,
And saw the planet far and small,
Through endless depth of nothing fall,
A lonely pin-prick of light,
Upon the wide,enfolding night.
They sitted around with nothing to do
Trying to figure out who is who,
Just to find out that,hearts are made of stones,
All they do was to realise that they just alone.
They waited for visits that never took place,
From so called friends that forgot their face
They wonder why time seems to move so slow,
Every dream they had, had no place to go
Just to be reminded that( ๐“๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐€๐‘๐„ ๐ˆ๐๐Œ๐€๐“๐„๐’ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„),
๐“๐‡๐„IR ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐“๐‡ ๐ˆ๐ ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐’๐Ž๐.
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