FALSE
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It is just in the morning
Sitting on an edge of a boat
One fine bird in colourful
Wings
Watching the seashore
Enjoyed the nice wind and
The waves raised and gone back
At the far end of the sea
One can see
One yellowish red round
Just as a fruit coming out of sea
Very pleasant one
The little bird is thinking to fetch
The fruit, may be good of taste
And new to eat
It is spreading the wings and takes off
Towards the big round yellowish red
The far end is a far end that cannot be
Reached as it is an endless end of sky,
It is in vain a false view
Never to take care of, the bird’s view
Never fulfilled
-ayyan- 070710
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