Take this wealth, and take this fame,
Even steal my youthful flame.
Take this wealth, and take this fame,
Even steal my youthful flame.
But give me back the monsoon of my youth,
The paper boats, the rain's soft truth.
The paper boats, the rain's soft truth.
The ancient landmark of the lane,
The old woman, Nana by name.
The ancient landmark of the lane,
The old woman, Nana by name.
In Nana's tales, a fairy's keep,
On her face, the ages sleep.
No one forgets, no one can,
No one forgets, no one can,
That tiny night, that endless span.
That tiny night, that endless span.
To leave the house in sun so bold,
To catch the birds, the stories told.
To fight at doll's sweet wedding day,
To fall from swings and find our way.
The brass rings, treasures to behold,
The brass rings, treasures to behold,
The broken bangles, stories to say.
The broken bangles, stories to say.
To climb the dunes of shifting sand,
To build our homes, and then disband.
The picture of innocent desire,
Our kingdom of dreams, set alight with fire.
No worldly debts, no bonds to bind,
No worldly debts, no bonds to bind,
How beautiful was that life we find.
How beautiful was that life we find.
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