Tracing scars under a heavy gaze
Lovers parting, under a crescent moon
Their damp hair, the harvest rain
Lightning! Strolling the muddy road
This monsoon storm, no trouble at all
The sound of ants, the clatter of a bridge
Tracing scars under a heavy gaze
Lovers parting, under a crescent moon
Their damp hair, the harvest rain
Lightning! Strolling the muddy road
This monsoon storm, no trouble at all
The sound of ants, the clatter of a bridge
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