Always, think of me, when the moon looks dejected and pale
Nebulously sprinting for empty space —
And you sitting under starry universe
Watching these nocturnal games,
Retrospecting life before which many stooped.
Stop not there for the life is long and trials many,
Tribulations its essence, success sneer without them.
Always, think of me, when the moon looks dejected and pale
gasping wildly for empty space—
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