Rama Pines for Sita

At times I see my Sita in the sky
At times I see my Sita in my dreams
I know she’s far away, but I must try
To bring her back, no matter how it seems

My time without my Sita is like Hell
Naraka would be better than this life
But more than just a story made to tell
The world is always better with my wife

I’m every man who’s lost a precious gift
But gold and diamonds never will compare
To my dear Sita, who I want to lift
And show the world that she is good and fair

I need my Sita with me, by my side
My precious Sita, oh, my precious bride.

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