From the age of Adam,
Men have begotten and begetting;
They fill this vast world,
Loving and hating each other,
But not you whom I love,
I long each day to see your glimpse,
Till the day is over, and the night falls,
And each night till the dawn breaks,
When shall you come? Will you ever?
Mykoul
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