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Слушать(AI)In the End
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing but a house.
And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse.
You've been hearing my story so patiently for a
Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale.
Excerpt from Rumi, 'Thief of Sleep' translated by by Shahram Shiva
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi my
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