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Black World
Everyone has own world there he thinks , Cheers , cry and see dreams . Some of has red world and some of blue , But poor I have a black world , Not because I can’t see you or , I can’t hear from you my name , But because I have nothing to feel , nothing to think, nothing to blame . Oh my black world ! you have no end , Your darkness flourish everywhere to kill me . If I do not get a candle to make a little light , And to blame that it had better I would get sun’s shine . But still here darkness alive .
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