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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