In the World of Crimson, I had no Wring;
A day had come I was fascinated by some.
I free my hands for wholesome life,
God I know how gnawed in mind.
Just then a day when I got insane,
I realize my dignity all in vain.
From parent to child these cookies were Bide,
The only riches who know have got right.
Gone are the days which lushes me a thorn,
With lust I now renowned my fame.
Bestowed my dreams and endure hard,
I could see my future what present has bought.
Time does not wait, but can be mended,
And everything turns right with smiles all your way!
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