Under the big, yellow, moving sun
Live some tiny, multi-colored humans,
Some like what others dislike
Some love whom, what others hate,
Some get interest respecting others
Others get interest ill saying others,
Some take the truth easily
Others aviod the truth eternally,
These others use more colors on the real
And become artificial,
Only to cause
Eternal chaos.
Some take the truth easily Others aviod the truth eternally,
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Under the big, yellow, moving sun Live some tiny, multi-colored humans, most of them are involved in wrong doings, crimes, corruptions and getting strayed seen so, bitter truth