My father gave me freedom
Bought me freedom...
A license called wedding.
He dumped me into a burning furnace.
I was burning,
Burning, Burning, Burning and Burning.
Even the smoke did not them,
It only disturbed me
My last wish is that,
Never, Never, Never will i rise like the Phoenix bird
Coz it will be sold in the market
as barbecued meat!!
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