Tsolhama Roshe Roshe…

Tsolhama Roshe Roshe…

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You stole away with furtive gait, O lover of flowers, my sweetheart! Stay, O stay, my only love! O wizard, why must you leave me thus? Tell me how I shall survive. Since I saw you in my prime, And stood dazed, bewitched, distracted, I’ve been weeping out my heart. I’m waiting for you on the mountain, Dropping scalding tears of blood. Can you escape the guilt, my love? Love brought me only infamy. I became the talk of the town, With rivals slinging mud at me. A mynah without her mate, All night till dawn I cry, For you

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