High High, in the vanilla sky,
In peace lies my destiny.
Why' O Why should I cry,
In case I fail to reach my destiny?
High in the sky, the birds fly,
And feel the glory of destiny.
Why should your people sigh, if you die,
To achieve your goal, your destiny.
Every creature's eye, including my,
Is towards the road of destiny.
Hurdles many might, come to steal your right,
Your longing wish for destiny.
Whose attitude is right, will fight and fight,
And smell the perfume called destiny...
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