“i” tell “my «self»” …

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You’re precious
i can’t stand seeing You cry
it hurts
watching You get what You don’t deserve

i tell my self
“You” don’t belong in this rough life
“You” should have a perfect world
“You” should have a perfect world

You’re too gentle
and much too quick to forgive
every slight
and though You never been doubt

well, who knows
if
the world will ever deserve “You”

“You” should have a perfect world
“You” should have a perfect world

who knows
if
the world will ever deserve “You”

“You” should have a perfect world
“You” should have a perfect world

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Rumi - world garden no limit

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