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Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers isunfinished
This l...

Speak to me, my love
Tell me inwords what you sang
The night is dark
The stars arelost in clouds