Most love lost in the outcry of past
Some love lost in the bedtime of lust
And we whine, no time to love
As we search for the Class
Amidst many calculus
We become wise not to be easy
To show the world, we are how busy
And we whine, no time to see
The Rainbow after rains
So tired are our brains
Yet we like to be loved
Amidst the woods of the concretes
But what is of Sun without shine
And the lives without life
And we whine, no time to feel
The beauty of the valley
We are stuck in a Tally
And we whine, we whine
Until we die.
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