When shall I see you,
this heart is growing restless
and impatient,
as this wait prolongs.
as each second flows by,
with karma lashing its stick,
and breaking down,
all the 'I's.
this heart is growing restless
and impatient,
as this wait prolongs.
as each second flows by,
with karma lashing its stick,
and breaking down,
all the 'I's.
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