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A Prophecy
The Sun will die,
Before completing,
The period of imprisonment,
Making the night alone.
And the time,
In the rocking cradle,
One day, will sleep,
Will dissolve,
In slumber deep,
Whatever is to happen,
Shall happen at last.
poem
by
Muhammad Shanazar
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