In my days, I have had my own highly respectable sacred words :
In the days of childhood, it was success.
In the days of adolescence, it was justice.
In the days of youth, it was love.
And now, it's nothing but humanity.
I wonder when all my days are gone, will I cry over lost words?
Saturday, October 02, 2004
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nemifahmam cheraa too bachegi success boodeh?
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