I saw that my shadow met me;
And thought that I met everyone
In the city of truth whom should I call truthful;
Those who hugged me left me in pains
There was no one to ask my life;
I met everyone thinking of there one
I know she turned her face;
But why did I turned to others?
I saw that my shadow met me;
And thought that I met everyone
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