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A drop of his natural tear originating
From the core of the universe,
The soul of his being.

He belongs to the faraway city
A realm of misfits.

In the shades of deep sorrow,
He hides to seek happiness
For, no laughter of his is free of pain.

Trapped in a world where he doesn’t belong,
He yearns for freedom in the universe of words.
That’s how he became a poet.
To be and breathe.

Lyrics of Revival,
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