Of all the things in the world,
We love ourselves the most,
Whenever we look into the mirror,
Our eyes may look haunted,
Our forehead may be scribbled,
We may be young or the old,
We may be healthy or sicker,
We may be rich or poor,
We may be educated or not,
We smile and cry at our image,
The moment we look into the mirror,
No one is the great admirer than us,
We love ourselves the most,
Of all the things in the world.
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