Sweet sour and bitter,
We keep them all in a treasury,
From the start the babysitter,
Sometimes we think and smile,
When we are all alone,
It gives some pleasure for a while,
Till we hear the ring of a phone,
Then back to our life,
Of daily strife,
We move mechanically,
Back to reality,
Put a stop to work one day,
And go for a short holiday.
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