This morning, on the river, I watched houses burning
And the smoke kissed the mountains
And drew pictures in the sky
Two friends met upon the winds
One laughing and one in tears
Trying to break the silence
I wonder if He heard
Am I mad to love this city?
Where ashes fall on flowers
Where Gods come roam like deer
Rampriya says
Seek this place before you die
Where Kings and Beggars now are same
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