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खुशियों से ही

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Through my windows,

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मन भर चुका है

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I still hold hope

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Flowers will always wilt and wither
All that has been will turn to dust,
Fire will too soon be just embers
And all that's new will one day rust,
But sweet decay is not disaster
It's just a way to make some room,
For is there anything as beautiful
As watching something brand new bloom?

~e.h

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I try hard to

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