The bangles chime, a song of woe,
The bangles chime, a song of woe,
Upon my wrist, a rhythmic plea,
Of longing in the night's soft flow,
Of longing in the nights that weep,
The bangles chime, a song of woe.
The cool breeze sighs, a searing brand,
The cool breeze sighs, a searing brand,
A fire blooms within my frame,
Your love's bright sparks across the land,
Ignite my soul, a burning game,
In summer rains across the sand,
In summer rains across the sand,
Of longing in the nights that weep,
Of longing in the nights that weep,
The bangles chime, a song of woe.
This year the rains, a mournful dread,
This year the rains, a mournful dread,
May steal my breath, my life's own thread,
My heart beats fast, my spirit bled,
As scarves of silk are gently spread,
When gardens sing, with voices led,
When gardens sing, with voices led,
Of longing in the nights that weep,
Of longing in the nights that weep,
Of longing in the nights that weep.
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