Game of Chess: Part X
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face
Oh, this beautiful town by the River Cam
All these years now seem like eternity
Here nothing changes—everything remains intact
After all the Centuries, Cam hasn’t lost its beauty
Tonight’s a Friday, you can tell by their faces
They’re dressed up in burgundy and blue—ready for the madness
They’re all young, full of life, ready to go
I wonder how many will se the actual side of sadness
Walking from Bridge Street towards St Andrew’s
The Autumn leaves cry for rain
Seeing all these happy lads and lasses
I wonder, will Spring ever come back again?
Sitting in front of the Cam, Asrar wonders
That moon is so beautifully bowed down
This lifeless town has come to life
Would she know she stole the Sheraab’s Crown?
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
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