:01:00
No one here knows me. None except
these doves. Because they're like me
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Neither do they belong to a country.
Just drop down where you find food
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Have your fill, then fly on
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When shall I fly? I don't know.
Of necessity, my wings are clipped
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I'm shackled to my bread.
But someday I'll surely go...
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to my land. To my Punjab
:01:41
"When the koels sing in spring,
it's time again for memories"
:01:54
"It's time again for swinging under the boughs"
:01:59
"Come home o' wanderer, your heart beckons"