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It's not the 'way' I choose, but its the 'path' I walk upon. It's not the 'track' I made, but it's the 'pathway' I made to reach the destination. (Read in caption) Every path make its own way and every way has its own destination. So as the little rag picker held my hand and showed me his way. Before reaching his

It's not the 'way' I choose, but its the 'path' I walk upon. It's not the 'track' I made, but it's the 'pathway' I made to reach the destination. (Read in caption) Every path make its own way and every way has its own destination. So as the little rag picker held my hand and showed me his way. Before reaching his

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Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation, Leading to some beautiful realizations, Perhaps, the symphony of epiphanies, Originate from the origin of the world. The symphony of everything lies, Birth, death, and eulogies dwell. Silent yet speaking are the hues of the sky, Soaking tears and absorbing bliss. Holding sanity and beckoning sanctity. Soul yearns for smultronstalle, To convert grief into solace, And pain into the paints of the rainbow. And the sky engulfs me, And stresses out loud, "Come dear, here it lies- the smultronstalle." And I give in, To become one of those shining stars, Which gleams bright in its smultronstalle. °Better Read° Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation,

Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation, Leading to some beautiful realizations, Perhaps, the symphony of epiphanies, Originate from the origin of the world. The symphony of everything lies, Birth, death, and eulogies dwell. Silent yet speaking are the hues of the sky, Soaking tears and absorbing bliss. Holding sanity and beckoning sanctity. Soul yearns for smultronstalle, To convert grief into solace, And pain into the paints of the rainbow. And the sky engulfs me, And stresses out loud, "Come dear, here it lies- the smultronstalle." And I give in, To become one of those shining stars, Which gleams bright in its smultronstalle. °Better Read° Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation,

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// Smultronstalle // A smultronstalle was all I needed, A solace, something silent, a chance to become solivagant for a while- Nothing less, nothing more. //Caption // Smultronstalle // A smultronstalle was all I needed, A solace, something silent, a chance to become solivagant for a while- Nothing less, nothing more. The idea was pleasing and overwhelming, The idea of finding it among the blooming garden of flowers,

// Smultronstalle // A smultronstalle was all I needed, A solace, something silent, a chance to become solivagant for a while- Nothing less, nothing more. //Caption // Smultronstalle // A smultronstalle was all I needed, A solace, something silent, a chance to become solivagant for a while- Nothing less, nothing more. The idea was pleasing and overwhelming, The idea of finding it among the blooming garden of flowers,

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// Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings, Somewhere my lips twitch into the most beautiful smile- so beautiful that my pink lips don't need lipstick. Somewhere where an imaginary zephyr, blows away my hair, They fly around like dandelion seeds not getting out of the flower. //Caption // Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings,

// Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings, Somewhere my lips twitch into the most beautiful smile- so beautiful that my pink lips don't need lipstick. Somewhere where an imaginary zephyr, blows away my hair, They fly around like dandelion seeds not getting out of the flower. //Caption // Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings,