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Ghazal 35 Even he has given his heart to her though now your rival he carries your notes It will not come today she is sure it will come I cannot speak the words I have for death She asks how I am only in public where I can't say anything I mean When I ask she calls me mad why argue I've no interest in her answers anyway Someone has said that I’m not bad but except that I'm mad what else can you say |