In the realm of intellect, where thoughts take flight,
Bleakash stands tall, his wisdom shining bright.
A devotee of Sanji, with elegance and grace,
In his presence, intellect finds its space.
Philosophical musings, like gentle streams,
Flow from his mind, as if from dreams.
Chill and composed, yet profound in speech,
His words reach depths that others cannot reach.
In the grand theater of ideas, he takes the stage,
With dignity and humility, the marks of his age.
A beacon of wisdom, in a world so vast,
His presence, a treasure, destined to last.
To Bleakash, our friend, so wise and true,
May your insights continue to renew.
With Sanji's fire and a heart so kind,
You illuminate paths for all who find.
In the symphony of life, you play your part,
Guiding us with intellect, straight to the heart.
Here's to Bleakash, a luminary in the night,
In the grand tapestry of friendship, forever bright.
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