Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
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My Son, the dawn approaches,
Zuhayr ibn al-Qayn.
John bin Huwai.
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
I stand between the sun and the moon
I keep searching the dictionary for the perfect word for bravery