Feathers burn in your golden rays
They would have favoured winter
But outnumbered they always were,
Wishes of a certain minority suffer.
Few singers wait for a flute player
There are banyan trees still present,
Shade for shades, for decades over
Till western wind regains its flavour.
Clouds spread wings like a blanket
As the lost eyes look up in surrender
Yes, there are so many unseen colours
Incapable of processing these brains are.
They would have favoured winter
But outnumbered they always were,
Wishes of a certain minority suffer.
Few singers wait for a flute player
There are banyan trees still present,
Shade for shades, for decades over
Till western wind regains its flavour.
Clouds spread wings like a blanket
As the lost eyes look up in surrender
Yes, there are so many unseen colours
Incapable of processing these brains are.
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