Crushing Wheel
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Moving with the time’s wheel
Every soul seems sure confused
Whether to go on flowing freely
Like opportunists and abused
But the pace is out of control
And all the senses are fused
The blind race of modernity
Is really the toughest accused
Hearts are all over hardened
To bear the dread and fright
Of losing the track of blinds
And slipping from the height
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