The sleepless night i ve is not my what i desire.
My bed does not give me the comfort i desire.
But yet my bed is just a perfect place to be always.
My pillow though hard.
But contains all the good dreams people dream
Who knows where happiness hides in this universe? .
It all lies on my bed.
Your continue search wouldn't help the society.
I made it happen even on my bed.
Your back yard garden can even do exceedingly and abundantly
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