Memorised Days
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Indira Renganathan
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The moment I think of you I hear
A replicated voice of yours
Perhaps a distant nightingale..
Perhaps it's you that nightingale
Distance doesn't count minded
When two young voices in oneness
Sing songs melodious well bound...
Wow! ! mama, those juvenile days..! !
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