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I have no original light,
Until
match sticks set the light,
I’m
that moon,
Who
hasn’t have a light of the sun
When
there is no electric light glow,
I’m
there, to remove a murk,
When
you set me a fire, my body glow,
I’m
brightly burning in the dark.
Sometimes
I used to be in your birthday party,
You
burn me alive like in an ancient Sati,
All
are enjoying and rocking the party,
But
nobody care me how I’m in tragedy.
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