When the dream song is lost, there’s water everywhere,
It floods the banks, breaking barriers, breaking hearts,
The coolness of water stings like a thorn,
Its wetness, dries; its softness, burns,
When the dream song is lost, water, clear as the sky runs hard and fast.
It floods the banks, breaking barriers, breaking hearts,
The coolness of water stings like a thorn,
Its wetness, dries; its softness, burns,
When the dream song is lost, water, clear as the sky runs hard and fast.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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