The Lost Soul.
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In melancholy voice she sings
In the moon light that spreads there
The small hut she resides
And her voice in silent atmosphere
The little hut was in a hill valley
Looking to the nearby river
That flows to the Arabian sea
Like a loving girl to her lover
She knows the meaning of the song
Oh! river you took away my beloved
In a boat capsize I lost my dear one
This world feels me so cruel
I couldn't bear the sadness
The loss I knew is never to regain.
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