Rising tide,
Rising tide
In my backyard,
See dear.
Let me not think
About your caste,
Let me not think
From which area
You belong,
I am the dark
Elephant here
On your earth.
Let us go, together,
A long way, dear
Come, let us go,
The road is not
Rough but all clear.
The tide-
The gift of nature,
Let us come
And enjoy together.
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