The only thing that makes Our world pretty and lovely is its Snoring by day and by night, Our world is sleeping twenty- Four hours, so it sleeps Soundly and it snores loudly, Our world is not here and is Not there because it's in bed, Our world ignores everyone and Everything around it anytime, so It is not caring anymore about Us because it's in a coma.
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