Here now this morn
breeze of fate blows, sometimes hot, sometimes cold
where as witness we watch destiny unfold
free from want, we are nonchalant
for ego on us has now loosened its hold
as we thus self-appraise ups and downs of fate
we count our blessings in that bliss beats do not abate
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