the sky is spraying the light, telling goodbye to sleep...
The childhood dream is lost, fell like dry autumn leaves
The dream is hidden there in midst of the fallen leaves
The dream of wild river, blinding mist, high mountains
The dream is lost, I search frantically
The dream blinks and plays with me through the dry fallen leaves
The old tune still haunts me
On one such starry night, the angel came down from the moon,
covered me with blanket of dream,
Walked in the kingdom beside the river,
All the children of the country came with the angel
We walked all the country along with the angel
We sang the old country song
The dream blinks and plays with me through the dry fallen leaves
The old tune still haunts me
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