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I am of peace,
But when i speak
They say my tongue spells war,
I am of love,
But when I try to make friendship
I become an enemy.

Is it because I am pauper
That I can't afford to make friendship?
Yes! I now know,
It's because I am pauper
And I can't grab a chance
To dine with the Noble.

It's because I am a commoner
And they feel My blood has got stains of poverty.
But one thing they will never know
Is that , luckily
The world needs all of us equally.

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