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The Glory

*The glory* The beginning of a milky infant Every step we take ends on a soaking, softness of a wool Dratch in the mud of tenderness As times goes by we get to a ring of race Embalmed with a *circle of fire* No one dears to take the course! "Ahhh! is this how it will end?" Many times our thoughts wander off Far deep into the desert of unyielding imaginations Yes! By that time we had realized what the race entails We are just a detail in the hands of the *great emperor* Our thoughts far from the one we had from the start By then we know about life. All the budding began to wane There's but one thing that saves Never let distraction make a fool of you Never yield to the distressing tears of life. Keep moving forward In the *isle* lies your glory #The King's daughter

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