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Call me back my lonely home
Call me back my lonely room
The silly silent things of world
Calling the eyes of soul of mine.
The distinct hands are calling me
Just for shaking hands with them
The custom of the modern man
Telling lies and welcoming me
The rushy streets are urging me
To just touch the steps on them
The starting cars are urging me
To travel over the skin of land
The smiling faces and eyes of girls
Sending arrows, call for love
The silent side of goddess land
Calling me to stay with her.
Call me back my lonely home
Call me back my lonely room
The silly silent things of world
Calling the eyes of soul of mine. |
