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After all the lights close and the blinds shut, Here he stands wathching everything getting rough For now he sees the sins of the day and life's curse entailes him to act brave This tiny creature ,let him be blessed to dream big. Let him feel the dawn of the day hurt when he hunts his pray, live for only him and weep when his loved ones go to deep sleep Life I am begging you let him compare thee to a dream and be an entitled human in a world of machines
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a dream?
After all the lights close and the blinds shut, Here he stands wathching everything getting rough For now he sees the sins of the day and life's curse entailes him to act brave This tiny creature ,let him be blessed to dream big. Let him feel the dawn of the day hurt when he hunts his pray, live for only him and weep when his loved ones go to deep sleep Life I am begging you let him compare thee to a dream and be an entitled human in a world of machines
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
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