The moon’s notebook is full of white poetry, full of loneliness. Oh, the son of Ghazal, when will you come to Ghazal? My night is lost in the alley of insomnia. Sleep my eyes, oh, the guardian of dreams. Promise me tomorrow again and I know. Today’s legend is not your tomorrow. The one who imprisoned my dream in your eyes. I wish it gave meaning to my longing. The one who imprisoned my dream in your eyes. I wish it gave meaning to my longing. Don’t burn more madness on my heart than this. My madness is not as great as a desert. The moon’s notebook is full of white poetry, full of loneliness. Oh, the son of Ghazal, when will you come to Ghazal?
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