Something lost,something won
Some are coming,some gone.
Those who searched, they found
Beating drums, always sound.
Spring, colours and aroma
Flowery beauty all around.
Lonely, she wept and slept
cool dreams, she always kept.
Some are coming,some gone.
Those who searched, they found
Beating drums, always sound.
Spring, colours and aroma
Flowery beauty all around.
Lonely, she wept and slept
cool dreams, she always kept.
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