Somewhere She Lives.
(Wangchat Konyak)
Somewhere in the mystery land,
Reside a true beauty of love,
And I cannot stop to sing of her.
For my heart is low and it leaps in grief.
I wander if my songs reaches there?
And ponder if my calls are heard?
Beneath the darkling moonlight roof,
I think of her and wish her here.
Somewhere in the mystery land,
Surly a rarest dove reside,
And I cannot stop to missed,
For my soul begun to love her.
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