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Why do our senses
Fly high somewhere
Despite our presence
Felt on this earth
I always thought
Tried my best to find
Something apt for this
Anything of such kind
Whenever things happen
In our favour
The senses enjoy
Their fair share
In times of hardship
As we feel low
The senses glare
Gives us a blow
I really feel fine
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