New May
First of May, last year
They made a big lie of liar
But failed to keep me as a dear
"Water never lives in Fire"
Again, before "May" comes again
They want to make fun as before
I was lucky, have a safe brain
Reaches pureness with no fare
Away from laws of liars
Here each word is real pure
No one suffers of some others
All of friends really care.
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