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Each dayIs a hopelessly futile day,
And each day
Shall remain a hopelessly futile day,
If I cannot cheerfully cast aside
The impurity-ink
Of my mind.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 1, Agni Press, 1983
Is a hopelessly futile day,
And each day
Shall remain a hopelessly futile day,
If I cannot cheerfully cast aside
The impurity-ink
Of my mind.
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