We walked down the road,
On a silent night, riding the moonlight.
We felt our heart and soul,
In the silence surrounded.
We watched the wooden dolls
Come to life and dance.
We dreamed a little house-
Beside a lake, green and blue.
We dreamed the sky would be
Red in the morning hue.
We saw it with our eyes,
The sunrise and sunset.
But, why can't we hold on tight
To this quiet commandant.
-- Mohan
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