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''The nightingale sings. . . ''
''my anklets chime''
''The nightingale sings. . . ''
''my anklets chime''
''The cool breeze pierces my body''
''How shall I tell you. . . ''
''what the touch of the water did to me?''
''The nightingale sings. . . ''
''my anklets chime''
''The cool breeze pierces my body''
''How shall I tell you. . . ''
''what the touch of the water did to me?''
''The nightingale sings. . . ''
''There's a sweet ache, a strange thirst. . . ''
''it's realisation for me that I've stepped into adolescence''
''There's a sweet ache, a strange thirst. . . ''
''it's realisation for me that I've stepped into adolescence''
''In my arms, I shall gather the splendid Spring''
''How I wish I could stop the streams from flowing''
''I wish I could enjoy the best of both the worlds''
''How shall I tell you. . . ''
''what the touch of the water did to me?''
''The nightingale sings. . . ''
''A mellow fire lights up my drenched body''
''Loneliness gnaws at my heart, I have no one to keep me company''
''A mellow fire lights up my drenched body''
''Loneliness gnaws at my heart, I have no one to keep me company''
''Amidst the smokescreen, my heart's on fire''
''My eyes long to behold my sweetheart''
''I feel scared. . . ''
''am longing to get carried away''
''How shall I tell you. . . ''
''what the touch of the water did to me?''
''The nightingale sings. . . ''
''my anklets chime''
''The cool breeze pierces my body''
''How shall I tell you. . . ''
''what the touch of the water did to me?''
''The nightingale sings. . . ''