Ramayana

How he’s to break my bow and
Dawn begins too naughty and know the wait is over
Your body is a tower, your mind the shiver coward
Who and then we buy all, now we’re still on this so pretty
Furnaces in my heart, blood for my precious love
Then hook off my quiver falling
Of weeping willow, I don’t want my precious arrow
With wind of silent sparrow
Don’t let end this now, stands begin to grow
Don’t let down that road, might as well get fall
Get fall, get fall, get fall
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tick tocking away, life begins to fade
Blossoming sense, they carry me away
Green smoky haze, blame mistake
Who and then we buy all, now we’re still on this so pretty
Furnaces in my heart, blood for my precious love
Then hook off my quiver falling
Of weeping willow, I don’t want my precious sorrow
With wind of silent sparrow
Don’t let end this now, stands begin to grow
Don’t let down that road, might as well get fall
Get fall, get fall, get fall