Cozy and starry-
Night.
Let us ready
To fight.
Fight for the truth,
At the centre
I discovered you.
But dear,
Poverty is there
As before,
Disparity, also
There, as before.
What to do dear?
Your quantum jump
Theory is
Not at all true.
And I am in woe.
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