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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I became a strange person,
No one comprehends my state,
I chant and I alone listen to myself,
No one understands my language. 
My language is the language of birds,
My homeland is the country of the beloved,
I am a nightingale; my beloved is my rose,
To be sure, the color of my rose never fades.