With Good Riches
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With good riches
This is how we live on
And stand of own
With no end in sight
But we prove right
We shall hold hand
Till an end
With no destiny in sight
But we move on with delight
She shall be right with me
Flying high and very much free
No confusion in mind
But cruising ahead with view to find
No strange land is appearing as scene
Only vast ocean is seen
With its waves so much threatening
But we are hastening and accelerating speed
We have lot more to cover
And reach no sooner
Than evening rushes
The day has to be finished with good riches
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