Alas, people are colorful people- I did not hear the song, I do not want to be a man

I was a little while I was a little boy
Playing to me was worth the job!
The flowers spread across the courtyard,
The stars filled with stars -
I starred in the star of my star
Jyochana raises Buriganga at night when waves
Someone wore a wings of a wings on my back!
In this town,
Mind-blowing
Blowing the clouds, the smile was two!
Taray stars walking my legs,
Blue Chanduara the country of the night suddenly do not pirata!
When the player was in the playground,
How many croaking snakes are in the taste of banquet;
By eating the juice of a few flowers,
The mother has left the crow
He does not have a house or a house
Then what happened,
When a monster came
Fingers will be two people to be broken!
How much has passed for the man to be stairs,
Like a donkey, I did not like the taste of books!
Today the hair has been made by drinking the tangle of knowledge;
Arsenal of the harrowing forest is rare!
They are the people who are the people who-
Robot pen has been captured in the office house
Soft mattress koshen seat eyeglasses eye-
The people write reckoning,
Computer in the verse!
The cyclonic terrain of Bangladesh,
Seeing the rule of man-
The trembling chest!
'Humor people colorful people-
I did not hear the song,
I do not want to be a man
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