Raskhan's Saveya
I'll keep the peacock feather,
And the garland of wild blooms,
I'll wear the amber attire ,
And with herdsmen I'll roam,
He lives in the soul of ours,
That's why I'll do all this mimes,
But the flute he kept of his lips,
I'll never keep it on mine .
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