There is a tale of 3 idiots that flourished in a city,

Nobody of them became famous was their pity,

Many wanderers came and came many magicians,

Neither of them was able to carve their creations,

Lest they became grief-stricken and more edgy,

For the most of time their sadness turned cagy,

Had there been any kind of charmed glare of hope,

Because then only these days have gone...

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Your hiding ahead of me is a speaking disguise,

What stays in mind of me is your soothing voice.

I doubt about other people about their advice,

They seldom know my heart somehow my price,

All I need is a entertaining simile of your enterprise,

What stays in mind of me is your soothing voice.

You are a great personality front of me at arise,

Jumbling your words that c...

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