Like the torrential monsoon let your music flood over me let it wash over my face stream over my breasts With the first light of dawn let it touch my sleepy eyes. Through the midnight darkness let it storm into my heart Forever and always over the joy and pain of this life let it drench over my being. That dry branch barren without fruits let it burst forth in blossoms at your music touch. Whatever in me is tired, bereft, lifeless – let your music pour forth into its layers. Over all the thirst and hunger of my life let your music wash forth.
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