Ceylon, Ceylon
Here I come carrying my despair
Saving my future from physical hopelessness
My passion is torn
Again
Ceylon, Ceylon
Here I come providing a physical modernization
Sacrificing my needs for beautiful music
My heart's soul is torn
Again
I wonder will there be a smile
Carved upon my face
As I strum the guitar alone
And bowing my violin
At the abyss of Ceylon
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