“One can blame the moon for many strange things, but most of all for toying with heart strings.”
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I love the desert. The people who inhabit it, an old desert rat myself -- and the creatures that survive in such a challenging environment. Not so estranged from kids growing up in poverty on the streets of New York. All elements of creation have more in common than differences. Sorry Gleick, you are wrong.
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“Love is a strange creature that no man can understand”
? Lisa C. Miller, Inspirations from Heaven's Gate
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"2024 will be a challenging year and prosperous for those who do not give up. That which God has given you to do, do it without complaining and success will come your way. Like a boomerang, whatever you throw out will come back.”
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Today news bajarang Bali mar gaya shani dev ji
Sad matam
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Ravan ka jalad Sai Ram naath barjrang baali copies in ravan Kath
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Eydiya jis aorat key aati hai woh daridar Ho gaya jin ke ya pair Mai til ho no matter your life girls.bajarang bali
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Shiva ka janm Naam sey hua jaab sansar Mai kuch nahi hai wha ek dunivani utpan hue ek rang or samay ya kaal yantra tantra mantra or wow tej raftar Mai doad laga di maa dekh thi rha gayi or phir hua nirmaan maan saman dev dannav booka bharam.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Bajarang Bali key putar ka naam Arjun hai biwi angana hai mhabhart hi jeena ki survat thi humans ki chopies Mai bhi varnit hai dropati ka jaab chir haran ho rha tha taab sab shant es liye thai koun ki koi yudha bhumi nahi thi.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Maa pukarti hai om namah shivay AAP jagrar ki muskan liye nikal padtey hai Jag ke Raja Jagdish bankar chopies by bagrang bali
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
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Bajantri means bajarang Bali
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Faith is a foolish move that integrates a man as member into God's family. Without it, we are strangers to Him
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful.
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The Ability of Perfect Pitch and Playing Music By Hear is Enhanced By Melody Creation and Lyrical Arrangements!
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I dropped a friend to a spa. When I returned to pick her up: she looks like a stranger to me. Hebert Logerie
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I sense imminent danger even before they tickle my naiveness with sweet cunning. I avoid being friendly with any stranger I meet by weighting out the consequences.
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"Once most treated by a stranger, divorce smells"
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
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Uncertainty overflows in discordant doubts, it inspires the notes of a strange melody that is created with rapid finger claps to seek its absent happiness.
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Khwabon ke paano mein se
Aakon se nikali shyai se
Rangeen si muskan se
Umeed behtar savere se
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In a time of need, I would rather meet a million strangers with a friendly dollar, than have a million friends who are not really, my friend.
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I've been asked why do I write somewhat strange.....and my answer is:
"Why do you ask me a strange question?"
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Zafar Bhai gunda gardi aur badmashi ko heropanti ka rang na do.
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Orange is the new black? Lies are the new truth.
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"First you tried to strangle me and then you tried to inject me and then you gave me chemical."
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A trivial generosity of a stranger, perhaps it will let you thank forever.
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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I live outside your gates,
exposed to the rain, exposed to the sun;
sometimes I’ll cradle my right ear
in my right palm;
then when I speak my voice sounds strange,
alien ...
('Das Lied des Bettlers' or 'The Beggar’s Song' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes’ forfeited visions. But still
the figure’s trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism...
('Archaic Torso of Apollo' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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"Our best friends make us new strangers again."
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