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Vo kaagaz ki kashti
The sky seems gloomy,
As his tears flow unhindered.
Tiny rivers wallow and well,
rushing by the roadside
straight into the storm drains,
for they carry no paper boats.
Alas the boat-maker is now a man.
The child that once flirted...
As his tears flow unhindered.
Tiny rivers wallow and well,
rushing by the roadside
straight into the storm drains,
for they carry no paper boats.
Alas the boat-maker is now a man.
The child that once flirted...
