i will always remember these things, which i never see...
and the roads which i never walk...
and the doors which i never go in...
and the balconies which i never open...
and the gardens which i never plant...
and the melody which i never hear...
and the yearning which i never irrigate...
and my heart which lost from me,
when you took it with you,
to that faraway sky, forever...
dried up my tears, because of a cry,
and lost a cries about you because of tears...
i will always remember you,
my sweetheart, whom never meet before..
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