In the golden land, they gave gold
Thoughts they held, their hearts they stole
Everyone says, everyone knows
Those who did it, who knows how it goes
A hand they took, slowly, slowly
They will come again, for the gold, they wait for it holy
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
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Comments1
Here I suspect a metaphor where gold is what is precious and a most interesting word play on holy. Nicely done
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