At 2:15, the moon glistening On the rocks as we
Stretching in her seatbeltShe turned and said to me,“If I
Ink, my tearsYou're black with fearsThe ocean is risingIt's filling
Narrator: It’s cold out where the wind’s blowingCross criss-crossed yellow
Shapes shimmer in your coloursSquare, circle, red, yellow, blueMelding into
Amar shonar Bangla,Ami tomae bhalobashi.Chirodin tomar akash,Tomar batash,Amar p
Standing there in the pouring rain My sun sets to
She bends beneath dim bulbsTen thousand seams she sewedWhile outside
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