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A Simple Sorted Life

Let's sit under the sky full of stars
With naked souls showing the deepest scars
Telling the things that world doesn't hear
Speaking out everything our heart couldn't bear
A person just to listen to what I feel
Just some magical talks and a friend might help me heal
This heart has gone through a lot and the face still smile
Need someone who could see the beauty and not the style
In this huge rush of life, I want to walk slow
A simple original life without any show.

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