Why remind me now of a childhood spring,
Of Wasted youth, and eroded love?
Why today when I cannot return nor stay
Why bring to me the fragrance of my mother?
Why, cold wind, would you wet my window panes now ,
With your tears ,like you miss me in the white snow?
Neeraja
Of Wasted youth, and eroded love?
Why today when I cannot return nor stay
Why bring to me the fragrance of my mother?
Why, cold wind, would you wet my window panes now ,
With your tears ,like you miss me in the white snow?
Neeraja
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