The Islet Of The Disowned: 04- The Voice Of The Desert by Subhas Chandra Chakra

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Memories sweet or sour
They are all but ours.
For sake of bye gone days,
We had had our ways.

You have cared a lot
Shared love with me, long
For the old days spent,
Makes it worth being sung.

In this deserted islet
There is your voice,
Be it water, blue wave
or the sky up, above.

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