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Ghazal 22 Red tulip red rose the colors are different but in every color the spring has flowered I learned to write beautifully to meet the beloved each word I speak a desire for loving What sort of drunk is drinking for fun I need to forget each day each night Drinking should end with your head in a toilet Such penitent kneeling is perfect for prayer You should always be drunk that too is wisdom the self holds a cabinet for every liquor |