Before It's Too Late
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Scattered on a tree
Many flowers I see
That always reminds me
Different branches could be
But with a common root
I am an off shoot
Being fed like any other
By our common mother
The same sun light
The same moon light
Why our love is blended
Why in hate it's mended,
How we raged the wars
We have common stars!
Common is our fate,
Getup, before it's too late!
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