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Apr 2017
Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!

Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.

Carry the memories along,
To the umpteenth furlong.
May them be good or bad,
Just prize it what you had.

Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.

Howsoever may be the day,
You have to move on today.
What you'll get in your life,
You'll play the relaxed fife.

Oh I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.

Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!
My HP Poem #1504
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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   kim, The Sick Red Carnation and tm
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