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Now that your hopesAre shooting only upward,
Each day will come to you
With perpetual morning-delight.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 4, Agni Press, 1983
Are shooting only upward,
Each day will come to you
With perpetual morning-delight.
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