My hour fades into twilight's embrace,
In your kohl, my melody finds its place.
My hour fades into twilight's embrace,
In your kohl, my melody finds its place,
My hour fades.
One string, a singular thread,
How can the song bear this grief instead?
One string, a singular thread,
How can the song bear this grief instead?
Again and again, I yield,
In this game, to you I concede.
In your kohl, my melody finds its place,
My hour fades into twilight's embrace,
In your kohl, my melody finds its place,
My hour fades.
In this string, the notes reside near,
While the flute's song echoes, far and clear.
In this string, the notes reside near,
While the flute's song echoes, far and clear.
In that shore of sonic play,
Can all truly stay?
In the ocean of the world's heart,
Where ragas and raginis impart,
In your kohl, my melody finds its place,
My hour fades into twilight's embrace,
In your kohl, my melody finds its place,
My hour fades into twilight's embrace,
In your kohl, my melody finds its place,
My hour fades.
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