Like a morning prayer,
I call your forgotten name
In the east and the south,
where the winds could route
On a steep mountain,
I shout your forgotten name
Even if only echoes return,
the love I have will burn
Like a crying mother,
I call your forgotten name
Even if tears make me surrender,
I'll see you and I'll truly remember
Your forgotten name; I know,
when others didn't remember
You left and was abandoned,
Now I seek you for your comfort
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