The day was absent
Istopped I look at the moon
On chest of the sky
A question swallows up me
he says : why
The day was absent
in the middle of the sky
My tear dismounted
He made me cry
I ask a star?
If only that she watches you
as what that I watch you
She feels that I see you
But he replaced his fogs she fills his look
O you miserable padlock
separated my limitation .. liberated me
Until when // the staying // a prophet // for my pian
Until when
the bewails Withered characters
!!.. An old flute he plays them ..
Between the herbs they were increasing from.. the thirs
In pitch-dark night let me appear in her.. Like broken saddler
He reports a stories of an old hut
A nest of a wetted bird
A frame A cobweb is on him
He relates the story of the outsiders
she made him cry
The day was absent
he stopped look at the moon
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