They Will Be Playing Trick
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You must have a cozy private side
Where you can take rest and brood
over anything you want.
If a fly comes flying there
And buzz near your ears
Will you feel good?
Following the fly a swarm
Will reach to spoil your peace.
They will be playing trick
Until and unless you leave
The place you wanted
To stay to talk to your self
To taste the solitude of your own.
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