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In memory of Father, greatly missed

A. N. (Nanda) Senewiratne

Called home – 10-11-2002

“When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
While from Time’s woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.”

Viraj and Dhakshina

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