In the realm where time does spin,
Where destinies are shaped within,
There is a force we cannot escape.
Kismet, the weaver of our fate, shape
With threads of gold and silver, it swam
Kismet weaves a tapestry, never scram
Through the dance of destiny, we are bound.
In the symphony of life, we are found.
With each step we bear, fortune guides,
Leading...
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