The sun became untimely, the sun became in the well, the sun became the soul of lovers in the solitude of Allah
, it became untimely, it became unusual
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it became uncomfortable, it became a nightmare, it was a sunrise We ran at night and ran after
us, because we took the gold until the constable, he became aware that
we learned a hundred constables , his faces burned like a lit candle, he became our king, a
butler to the cup, O constable on the roof, O soul, you are restless, you will be a solitary friend
, the souls of the inner souls of the lights of the night. In the hearts of the Hindu illuminators, the cry of the women of the night became the Turks in the hall,
it became untimely, the sun became in the well, and the sun rose in the well , O madmen, it was time for the moon to rise.
