Music touched the soul of the lost pilgrim
A Renaissance Man in search of a higher truth
A reason to be, an art to worship
Skills honed to perfection
Every note electrifies his raw nerves
Every note makes him write in pain
But in the end he tells me
There is nothing like the sound of the morning bulbul
A Renaissance Man in search of a higher truth
A reason to be, an art to worship
Skills honed to perfection
Every note electrifies his raw nerves
Every note makes him write in pain
But in the end he tells me
There is nothing like the sound of the morning bulbul
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