Thousands of bowers-
Beautiful, Embellished, Scintillating, Sky roofing
Yet all those are bricks and sand-
Never ever be my naive simple home.
Eynes getting wet, drops of pearls rolling out on cheeks-
Tears they call; Leaving my home to lead my men - Me a soldier
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Thousands of bowers- Beautiful, Embellished, Scintillating, Sky roofing Yet all those are bricks and sand- Never ever be my naive simple home. Eynes getting wet, drops of pearls rolling out on cheeks- Tears they call; Leaving my home to lead my men - Me a soldier