(dedicated to Swetha Ramachandran for the rediscovery)
Someday sometime, listen to this song.
And you will know what I like about life.
I am waiting for the first summer rain so I can prop my feet on my balcony sill, look up at the sky ripped into a brilliant many pieces and white pearl drops fall off from its torn inky fabric, to listen to this song again.
I can almost smell my happiness at that moment.
Someday sometime, listen to this song.
And you will know what I like about life.
I am waiting for the first summer rain so I can prop my feet on my balcony sill, look up at the sky ripped into a brilliant many pieces and white pearl drops fall off from its torn inky fabric, to listen to this song again.
I can almost smell my happiness at that moment.
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