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a world of traveling birds

Oh bird Oh bird atop of the world

Could you tell my beloved what I'm dealing with?
Oh bird
Go ask them about me to the one who's companion is not with him
He's scarred with the injuries of love
He's there not telling me what pains him
While thoughts of childhood recur in his mind
Oh bird who takes with him the color of the trees
There is no longer anything but waiting and boredom I wait in the sun's eye on the coldness of stone
The hand of separation guides me I beg your feathers which equal my days
And the thorny rose and the grains of air
If you're going to them and the paradise of love
Take me if just for a minute and bring me back

and countless birds appeared with each breath ...
whoever knows who he is the shadow is released ...
whether he lives or dies ...

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