We are going up to the sky,
There is no limit to the try,
Confidence is the only tie,
Holing the will and love as a pie.
We are going up to the sky,
Counting the grains of tiny rye,
Clouds are removed from the eye,
Victory follows to the determined sly.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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