SANTIC - WHY'RE YOU NOT THERE
When on the fresh wild flowers
The pearls are being strung, by the silent night
Through my bosom, a wish flies:
“Why you’re not there? Why you’re not there?”
When a sleep, to me, gives a calm
And my soul prepares for peace
Through my heart, a voice creeps:
“Why you’re not there? Why you’re not there?”
A clear East when goes red
In the glint of a diamond
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