his mother was coming
she saw the doll crushing
she looked him in amazing
he told her with crying
she is not talking, or walking
I lost my temper
I let it in a manner
That can't be used
Her mother said to him
The doll spreads happy
It may be funny
If I was angry ,
I must punish him
I must laid him down
That is bad in all
The doll can't talk
Or even can't walk
As it has no soul.
The soul lifts the man
The soul moves all
Try to reach the sun
It pushes nation to the top
Who work hard
who believe in his effort
who has strong hard
makes dream as light
that man will be loved
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