If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel bloo — Munia Khan
If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel bloo — Munia Khan
If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel bloo — Munia Khan
If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel bloo — Munia Khan
If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel bloo — Munia Khan
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If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel blood cells generated

— Munia Khan
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