Stones are stones, wood is wood
Some worship gods made of stones
Some learn through it, for them wood is board
Some are sensitive, other are like stones
Even dust for us it is only dust
When we slip in the marshes, so abuses for the showers are must
For some garbage is shore for their boats
For some rain is a the sign of life, like the nuts coat
Some are praying for the icy gusts
Others are annoyed at the icy gusts
Listen! nothing in this world is unfair
For some it is rusty, for other it is clear
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