Loose in language
I saw your color in my eyes
Dreams come alive
I will feel my life
while you sleep
As if searching for you
I can forget you
My eyes are beautiful
will leave you
The sky is in your saree
I can forget you
My eyes are beautiful
Loose in language
I saw your color in my eyes
Dreams come alive
I will feel my life
You love me too, Maraka
Aunty felt lonely
I don't understand you
I fell asleep in you
while you sleep
As if searching for you
I can forget you
My eyes are beautiful
will leave you
The sky is in your saree
I can forget you
My eyes are beautiful
Loose in language
I saw your color in my eyes
Dreams come alive
I will feel my life
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