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09:11 pm: a carnival of laughters and hopes
The race has began
The gold coin was thrown on the lake
All the children that heard the tune
Moved out like crabs, stepping another to overtake
It was tragedy
a carnival of laughters and hopes
ended up tears, death and sorrow
for a coin to gain and grope

He thought he saved the world
with all the smiles he made.
In the end, he has lost
the carnival he reigned
He who played the tune
Lost his dignity
He thought he was the king
In the end, all he got was hatred

Only the mastermind wins
He is the superior, the dictator
The source of tune,
the monopoly of appeal and wealth.
The tune never ceases
as long as the sweet melody
lingers in the minds of children
perfectly shaped into boxes

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