We all step to measure, burst out by chatting
Keeping time with tone we, go on dancing
Smiling face cloud goes on fly forgetting cry entire
Before oozes out dew salute in a lovely manner
Sun burns itself for our life our existence
Life of love cries expecting the easiness
We all have to die, yet we go on fighting
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