Why you crying, O' my little child
Rose bloomed is yours, sure not wild
Sparrows chirping lovely, is for you
Stars twinkling for you, is not new.
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Stars, shining in the sky....
Candles lit in the houses
Of the angels up above high
Giving hope to our senses.
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What is life after death?
Is a miracle for every one
Some believes to go to hearth
If devilish act has done.
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Clear glass like water
In it the swimming fish
Like the ideas........
Sometimes, it shows its beauty
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Of the last among the twelve
Is the December, a mermaid
When our memories starts to delve
Of her beauty before a fade.
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