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The Coffin
Oh, what is it I hear!
Is it the voice of my sweetheart?
Whom I adore so much
When one fine morning I ask her,
Will you be mine for the rest of my life, forever?
"No, it can't be, it's not destined."
With a face so unclear of thoughts, she whispers.
And then I find myself nailing my own coffin
With me, inside the coffin, alive.
"Is it a nightmare? Is it a nightmare!"
I ask myself if it's true.
Alive! I find myself alive
With the love still smelling fresh
of Sweet morning dew.
Raaj Datta
Is it the voice of my sweetheart?
Whom I adore so much
When one fine morning I ask her,
Will you be mine for the rest of my life, forever?
"No, it can't be, it's not destined."
With a face so unclear of thoughts, she whispers.
And then I find myself nailing my own coffin
With me, inside the coffin, alive.
"Is it a nightmare? Is it a nightmare!"
I ask myself if it's true.
Alive! I find myself alive
With the love still smelling fresh
of Sweet morning dew.
Raaj Datta
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