Your Name
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Rahman Henry
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I can remember those yestermonths of the spring
And I love them
I can remember those lovelit nights
And I lament inside me silent
I bless your present days of oblivion
Though my heart weathering
Starting from five yesteryears
Still I have been painting your smile
On the wave of every waters
Painting your kisses on every apple
Painting your cascade hair in winds
And in my fist, I hold a sigh tight
That's your name...
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