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BesartLachi Oct 2011
Under the radiant sun,
Smelling the pleasant autumn scent,
Under the lofty tree,
Feeling your silky hand,
Feeling the breeze,
Stroking my back,
Sitting next to you,
At the woody bench,
Hearing the leaves,
Soughing at my ear,
Thanking the almighty one,
That I’ve got you near,
Oh, that mystic day of September,
The day, that I will always remember.

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