Emi, Minee, Myne, Mo,
All Sorts of Wierdly Calls,
When Life is At Stake,
And Brimmed With Worries,
Whats The Need Of These,
Name Sake Calls;
Everyone Has Got His Own,
Wierd Names Of The,
Lexicon of Alice's Land;
We Who Got The Wierdy Names,
Are The Ones Who Use Them Only,
On Bluemoon Days;
Whats Its Need When.
We Ourselfs Are The,
Wierdos Of our Own Mind;
Emi, Minee, Myne, Mo,
All Sorts Of Wierdly Calls..........
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