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Monday, January 28, 2008
She Asks Me Why
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I wish to taste the
Rain on your lips
and sweet shall be the memory
For true love is lost
In the daily chores of the autumn
So too you doubt and resist
As do bend to the winters wind
Flick the sweat from your brows
And close the heart to the summer sun
and all I wish
Is to taste the rain on your lips
Rain on your lips
and sweet shall be the memory
For true love is lost
In the daily chores of the autumn
So too you doubt and resist
As do bend to the winters wind
Flick the sweat from your brows
And close the heart to the summer sun
and all I wish
Is to taste the rain on your lips
Asadullah Khan
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