Rosy Nadeesha: Tell your kokiā??o Tree: Iā??m coming home To wipe ur eyes when they are wet to whisper sweet nothings on your ears kiss your weepy eyes, with my frozen lips I wanna come home desperately when you feel like no one loves you to murmur how much you are important to me I wanna come home desperately having drown in to my eyes you d have felt the sweet smell of success yes, You painted a rosy picture of our lives to make it a reality I wanna come home desperately the Kokiā??o tree you planted in the loamy soils of your garden might miss me and my tendering and might wondering where I am tell your Kokiā??s tree Im coming home to kiss you and tender and never go again |
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