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White Don't think me, that sort of grass Which can

White Don't think me, that sort of grass
Which can be mown,or choped easily 
Don't make me the part of your eagle eyes
I can't bear but boiled easily 
Let me what I'm,don't try to crush softly
I never enter in your safe zone
So do you do in my resime
I can see everthing ,and read everything 
So don't bother me, don't go over me
You think you're the God but don't be mine
You think you're the prime, never try to be divine 
I'm silent like a snail and soft like a gem
So le'me move , don't be much leery
I'm not like ke the one,who moves in a phery

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