What’ s the song you sing?
What’s the story you weave?
Where do you come from?
And where do you go, little black one?
Come, take me with you
Let me be your wings
As you soar over notes
Let me drench myself
In your timeless melody
Let me be the breeze
On which your music floats
Let me be the passionate gulmohur
Caressed in the fragrance of your tunes
Let me sway with the palm leaves
as they smile to your tunes
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