The Full Moon was in the Lake
The Lake was in the Full Moon
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As the girdle of time
digs sharply into my flesh
As the black veil of my existence
...
Bathed in moonlight and sunkissed in the day
Rhea with the long tresses and nowhere to stay
Thin as a waif, will qualify for a model on the ramp
She starves herself to feed her little tramps
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Quiver of a smile touched her face
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As the nightingale sings its song
And the serpent slides into where it belongs
The fox after its feast gets up and yawns
The cuckoo croons and sings to the swans
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Chhap Chhap
Kaali raat ke kohre me ek shikaare ki aawaaz
Chhap Chhap
Koi parinda bhi yahan naa aata aaj
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You showed me a glimpse
And my life will never be the same
You came like a ray of sunlight
Washing away all my stains
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The wind laments
The birds twitter in a hush
Mourning the last nights event
Burnt lawns that were lush
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The wind is trying to tell me something
Just softly murmuring and whispering
Gently touching my skin and making me tingle
Breathe in the freshness and let it mingle
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Passing through cities in time
I anchor for a few nights
Sitting with them, I rhyme
Life is good, whether its wrong or right?
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