The very subtle things of the heart,
They can’t be gathered,
They can’t be summed up,
I try to sum them up,
That’s when the love goes out,
It goes out when I ask…
They can’t be gathered,
They can’t be summed up,
I try to sum them up,
That’s when the love goes out,
It goes out when I ask…
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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