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Each day
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.
Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 1 by Sri Chinmoy
Each day
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.