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Butterfly On the Hand
A bright dream, you have swallowed my morning sleep
In your arms, you are drowning in love and affection
Your eyes are stars in the sky of my heart
Whispers of love, every eternal dinner of doubt in me
The reed sound of your kindness song blows from my soul
I have heard a beautiful song on the road of love
Sit in the hemp thinking about my dreams
The longing of the heart sits on the sleeve of your forgiven emigration
I sit on the sleep cycle to dream of you
The peace of my soul is woven like a butterfly on the hand of your grace
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Sam Keshavarz Amandi
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