Your Master
O whose Master I am,
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O whose Master I am,
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
O who you don’t know me
With the echoes of azan e fajr
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
What did we lose tonight?
How a street turned silent