
The old wisdom,
Of love,
Of age,
Of prosperity,
Of happiness,
Is an energy of life,
Which keeps us going,
Which bestows bliss upon all,
And keeps us all happy.

Adios!

The old wisdom,
Of love,
Of age,
Of prosperity,
Of happiness,
Is an energy of life,
Which keeps us going,
Which bestows bliss upon all,
And keeps us all happy.

Adios!
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A beautiful garden,
Rose up the hills,
It was innumerable,
In beauty and flowers π.
The garden was cared for by fairies,
And many small fairy babies would fly in and out of the garden ,
Laughing all the way about.
The little roses would talk,
The lilies would smile,
The fairies would have their tiffin and tea,
In the core of the garden.
The beautiful garden,
Is a gem among all the best gardens.
Adios!

Glory to victory,
Magnificence to uniqueness,
Write your path,
In the high of championship spirit.
In the bless of all good,
We must chalk out the way to glory and magnificence,
With truth, honesty and integrity.
Adios!

A melodious tale,
Of comedy and happiness,
Of fun and spirit,
Of cheers and gain,
Of little things,
And rain.
A melodious tale,
Of union,
And of joy,
Of frolic,
And of frolicking,
Brings in the necessary boost,
That keeps a being happy,
Full of spirit and,
Truly cheerful,
As love grows in happiness,
And it blooms in cheer.
Adios!

The kindness of a flower,
Makes anyone smile.
Brings out the cheer in blossoms,
Lets the rhythm fly.
The kindness if flower,
Is genuine,
Hearty and bleautiful.
It is the kindness of the Lord,
That flowers have been existent forever,
Among us.

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Adios!