Past midnight, at Hassan bus stand:
On a blaring loudspeaker, chant continues - naam tera tera. naam tera tera.
The morning next day it's the same sick tune to which I wake up.
Somehow, can't get that name out of my mind. For ever.
On a blaring loudspeaker, chant continues - naam tera tera. naam tera tera.
The morning next day it's the same sick tune to which I wake up.
Somehow, can't get that name out of my mind. For ever.
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