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 صدي الماضي-an echo of the past
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An echo of the past
Feeding myself with the past
On my coast of loneliness
A past where fancifulness hided
And the beautiful hopes resided
With their glorious brightness
Waiting your tidal waves to arrive
And wash up my painful scatterness
Oh what a lamentable day
When you raised up departure sails
And just moved away
Giving a deaf ear to my groans
And tears to stay.
There in the saline cities
Of loneliness and despair
Cities of rust and decay
I remain dreaming of a day
When you land like a joyful bird
Easing my long cry of pain
And my wretched state of mind
Like a straw of beaten up corn
Which will never grow again
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raheemsudani
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