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It dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacocks tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.
Happiness depends upon ourselves.
“It’s useless to hold a person to anything he says while he’s in love, drunk, or running for office.”
Life is a sum of all your choices.
Home is where you find the name of the place written in the dust.
Originality is the art of concealing your source.
It dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacocks tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.
Happiness depends upon ourselves.
“It’s useless to hold a person to anything he says while he’s in love, drunk, or running for office.”
Life is a sum of all your choices.
Home is where you find the name of the place written in the dust.
Originality is the art of concealing your source.