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You are my life,

What you say is always right.

You are the light beam,

Which makes my life white.

 

I was in vain,

In black and pain.

With the sight of yours,

I start to gain.

 

The clouds were black,

With thunder light.

In focus with you,

The clouds became blue.

 

More rain causes flood,

And less rain droth.

But as I take you more,

More I rise the height.

 

Coconut of a tree,

Falls when ripe.

As I ripe with you,

I grow strong and wide.

 

When any make use of you,

For no right.

I become the knife,

That kills the life.

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