We meet there at the source of that enchanted beauty,
Out there the white and the black have lost their identities into the light and the dark
out there the waves travel from one land to the other in an endless loop
Within the arms of the calm blue silence there rises a somber voice afar
And suddenly the sky unveils a golden aura of the magic hour.
I try so hard to look at your face but alas ! Its never clear to my heart's content..
You are now within my dreams and my dreams make me cry ..
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