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Vijay B

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! Life....

! Life....

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 goals   guess   measurable 

My soul is peaceful,
In which I am beautiful;

My mind becomes obvious,
When things are melodious;

My goals are measurable,
Which I become exorable;

My dreams are imaginable,
Through which I am perceivable;

My day becomes success,
Which I cant guess and assess...

Whatever may be?
I will live my own life,
To achieve its unique Paradise.


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