What is not expressed in words
Let me tell you that story
One person was a little crazy
He loved someone
He remembers her every
day
He used to sit and cry
There was no loyalty to him
With his name he often
unfaithful used to write and cry
One person was a little crazy
Then he would go to sleep
He called himself crazy
One day he slept like that
He neither cried nor smiled again
This world was broken
Hiding the pain in the heart
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When he remembered me
Separation haunts me again
Suspect his love
Then Shakir wrote a ghazal today
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Will complain to you one day
Unfaithful to me
I remember you
Wafa is doing to me
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With love in the heart
Let's go to that person's city
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Given in difficult places
Your memory is with me
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It is in your heart
All sorrows have been cured
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We remember you often
They sleep from China
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What will the sorrows of time torment us?
My friend lives with healing in his heart
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Your love is in your desire
We are living like the living
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The heart is helpless in your love
China does not meet the pain does not stop your son
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The person is very friendly
Who played with my heart
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With the support of your love
Gone are my loneliness
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This is the beauty that blooms
All this is your grace
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I took your name with every breath
O my guide
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We love God
Then we started smiling
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Remembering that unfaithful
We cry often
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These eyes are your way of hope
Been watching for a while
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On all routes in all destinations
We were travelers with you
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There was a complaint from this person
He was not unfaithful, but he became unfaithful
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These tears are in my eyes
All this is your grace
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China does not meet this heart
Until we miss you
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He was unfaithful who died
Leaving my world
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This is the scent that is in my heart
Will tell you one day
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Spring has sprung in all lawns
When he came he was the person
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You are the medicine of my heart
My unfaithful idol
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They used to hate me
He started to love
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This evening silence, this loneliness
I am afraid of being alone
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He left my city
By robbing me of everything
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Set fire to this cruel world
Smiles with pain
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We often photograph you
Sometimes confused with myself,
sometimes confused with you
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These fading letters from books
Then who will write the love story?
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