Friday, 10 June 2011

Jao Pakhi

Go, fly bird sing, breezes blowing
Misty the window's glass...
Have I lost me or could it be
A fairy tale at last?

Here and there fireflies spark,
Golden moon lost in waters dark.
In the window, piled clouds above.

Go cloud go, keep an eye on my love...
Go, fly bird sing, breezes blowing
Misty the window's glass
Have I lost me or could it be
A fairy tale at last?

Here and there fireflies spark
Golden moon lost in waters dark
In the window piled clouds above
Go cloud go, keep an eye on my love...

Go, fly bird sing, breezes blowing
Misty the window's glass
Have I lost me...?

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