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Umr
Umr
The girl was
a bad one and
the grave was real
the years of torture
were of no use to me
My luck was stolen
by a woman who is
sick with love for Umr light
My star is shining for
a day of beginning
my shoulder that
helps is a sufi
melody, a cult
of youths and joys
of a better now
Umr is my song
I sang at his funeral
so he could let go of thankful
memories of our love
