the evenings here are quiet and long-
the dying strains of a sad grand song
heard on a cheap transistor.
munnar's hills are far away
and i cannot hear gokarna's beaches
and though i cannot be where i would
at least i know the sunset is,
at least the sunset is.
the dying strains of a sad grand song
heard on a cheap transistor.
munnar's hills are far away
and i cannot hear gokarna's beaches
and though i cannot be where i would
at least i know the sunset is,
at least the sunset is.
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