Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: all of the perfection nothing will and can be made, the old skin has to shed before the new one sees the day, opportunity to find the deeper powers in ourselves, comes when life is breathing and it seems more than what it is. Go blindly, completely. You tell me how, I could fly away, and believe that all the angels are coming. You bring me down, then I will fly again, and believe that all the angels are coming. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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