With Known Race
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Each soul
Responds to call
Whether it is earthly
Or heavenly
We run madly after poison
That is not seen with reasons
Even if some one advises
We shall always miss
Nothing appeals
If it is real
We go after fairy tales
And dream about angels
No one can fly high and high
It has limit for try
Earth may pull back
Even if so much is at sake
The world is place
For us to live with known race
W can not think different
We need to remain among and very much present
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