There are people, In this world, Who talk to us from their noses, These people sit in their ivory towers To be or not to be, We're all pretty people and we're Equal in everything, We are not sitting in ivory towers to talk arrogantly To people like us, Our mouths talk and not our noses because We love all people globally, These ivory towers are merely rocks of arrogance that don't mean Anything to us, All people are great and lovely, so Why should talk to them from ivory towers anytime, Anywhere and everywhere?
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