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Traffic light.
They call us a traffic light,
My lights are shining
There is order where we are,
It calls for vigilance.
When my red eye burns
Don't be in a hurry to stop.
When my yellow eyes burn,
Be ready for the feast.
When my green eyes burn
He invites you the way,
Where there are three of us,
There is no danger.
✍️: Islamova Mukambar