Kristen HendersonWho is so fancy, esoterica saves the day? Who is the Yogi, Namaste?
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Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day? Who is the Yogi, Namaste? The answer is you. You are the person who knows all the secrets that only the great will know. You are the one who can save the day by know that special somebody or somebody special. You are someone who never gives up on your goals.You will always be there for others to help them out of their problems, because you know better than anyone else just how much they need you.
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