This is air and this is fire
Both fire and air are in fight
And worst sufferer here we are.
No water anywhere and they declared
It is summer, wait, all are going to die.
No food, no sleep, and no friend, my dear
Nothing is correct and it is earth, see,
That changes its color time to time
And nothing is available here in this world.
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