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A Thought
Often at the clear starry nights,
Stand on the brim of calm lake,
Thinking, if your hand catches mine,
To plunge into the abyss of eternity
Never to merge up again,
It is hard yet sweet is a bargain.
poem
by
Muhammad Shanazar
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