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When we were children we received
And happily liked being deceived
When we didn't win or shine
We were rewarded not with fine
But with a sweet , kind, present
Which being kids we did not resent
We forgot our loss and with glee
Accepted the treat and did not plea
For anything else or more
And our spirit would rise and soar
In the same way as of today
cvs wish to make us bow and sway
To create Ishra separation and thereby
Let Divan / IshRa fad prove to be a lie
the consummation promises and cries
Are nothing but a consolation prize