New is only new,
When we change what is old.
The deepest part of me is old,
It cries for Richard Parker,
It knows what’s real and what’s is untrue; it cares little,
It knows a prayer, a smile, a share,
It loves the beauty that lies deep in their eyes,
It’s not afraid…it weathers.
When we change what is old.
The deepest part of me is old,
It cries for Richard Parker,
It knows what’s real and what’s is untrue; it cares little,
It knows a prayer, a smile, a share,
It loves the beauty that lies deep in their eyes,
It’s not afraid…it weathers.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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