so long, fare thee way
the dancer and the dancing days are taken leave and fell
so turn down this bed of stone
quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong
the long December rain is falling down
running down on streets of nowhere
music is my life you're my sweetest nightingale
but i can't hear it here no more
and i go....
i go.....
hush now don't shake or brake
words have fallen silent like a soldiers to the grave
no matter what they do or say
lay me on the sleepy meadow by a tracks upon your face
fine.......no matter what....i must step forward....just focus n keep on blowing~~~ Allah 'there' for me....
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