On left side of a yellow brick road I rode,
Looking for her earthly abode,
Against the wind,
Everyone behind,
the trees, kept on dancing away,
Only the moon sailed with me;
The blue sky,
The blue houses in the thar desert
The depth of a dried lake,
The darkness of twinkling stars,
A butterfly caged in a jar,
A star fallen from the sky,
A girl with a star tattoo,
That's what I could see,
In search of thine & thee;
I sat by a lake,
Wrote about you and your blue jeans,
Read't to a blind man,
Now, he knows what beautiful means;
All that's lost is a bench & a lamp post,
Your existence is a lie,
Just like my love.
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