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My Sister's Cry
Hear her cry when the night is still
with mournful sighs that sweep my herat
See her weep for what she feels
her colors have faded when they had part.
She pities herself and drowns in pain
the burden that her heart embraced
with a lasting dream that never remained
a lasting dreamt that went to waste.
How will she throw six long years?
what time has built for her to change
and would she beg him, that I fear
for her love, may keep no range.
in anguish and sorrow, her heart's awaken
thus, waited for his love to end.