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On Rumi | |
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On the tavern | |
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Who says words with my mouth? | |
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We have a huge barrel of wine | |
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A community of the spirit | |
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There's a strange frenzy in my head | |
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Drunks fear the police | |
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A children's game | |
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Gone, inner and outer | |
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The wine we really drink | |
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The many wines | |
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Special plates | |
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Burnt kabob | |
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The new rule | |
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This that is tormented | |
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On bewilderment | |
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I have five things to say | |
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Acts of helplessness | |
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Saladin's begging bowl | |
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Late, by myself | |
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Does sunset sometimes look | |
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Be melting snow | |
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The fragile vial | |
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Where are we? | |
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The friend comes into my body | |
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There is a light seed grain | |
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Do you think I know | |
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On silence | |
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The reed flute's song | |
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A thirsty fish | |
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Enough words? | |
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This world which is made of our love for emptiness | |
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Quietness | |
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Sanai | |
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A just-finishing candle | |
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Craftsmanship and emptiness | |
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Emptiness | |
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When you are with everyone but me | |
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No flag | |
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The food sack | |
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The night air | |
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Only breath | |
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There is a way between voice | |
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On spring giddiness | |
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Spring | |
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Where everything is music | |
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A great wagon | |
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Today, like every other day | |
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing | |
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The breeze at dawn | |
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I would love to kiss you | |
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Daylight, full of small dancing particles | |
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They try to say what you are | |
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Come to the orchard in spring | |
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Spring is Christ | |
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Shreds of steam | |
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The steambath | |
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The ground cries out | |
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Unfold your own myth | |
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Not a day on any calendar | |
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Flutes for dancing | |
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The shape of my tongue | |
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The grasses | |
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The Sheikh who played with children | |
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Let the lover be disgraceful | |
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All day and night, music | |
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On separation | |
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Sometimes I forget completely | |
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A man and a woman arguing | |
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A night full of talking that hurts | |
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An empty garlic | |
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The diver's clothes lying empty | |
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Red shirt | |
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My worst habit | |
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Don't let your throat tighten | |
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Dissolver of sugar | |
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Pale sunlight | |
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On the desire-body | |
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Sexual urgency, what a woman's laughter can do, and the nature of true virility | |
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Tattooing in Qazwin | |
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The center of the fire | |
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Someone who goes with half a loaf | |
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The mystery does not get clearer | |
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Muhammad and the huge eater | |
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Fasting | |
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Bismillah | |
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Wean yourself | |
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After the meditation | |
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The dog in the doorway | |
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The light you give off | |
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Tending two shops | |
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Think that you're gliding out | |
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On Sohbet | |
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Talking in the night | |
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Talking through the door | |
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A mouse and a frog | |
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The long string | |
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The force of friendship | |
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The vigil | |
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Two friends | |
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The servant who loved his prayers | |
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Imra'u 'l-Qays | |
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All rivers at once | |
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The blocked road | |
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A babbling child | |
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Who sees inside from outside? | |
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Constant conversation | |
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Bonfire at midnight | |
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In between stories | |
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The question | |
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The music | |
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I saw you last night in the gathering | |
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The tent | |
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Friend, our closeness is this | |
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Listen to presences | |
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On being a lover | |
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The sunrise ruby | |
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Water from your spring | |
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You sweep the floor | |
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Each note | |
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Granite and wineglass | |
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Buoyancy | |
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Music master | |
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When I am with you | |
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The minute I heard my first love story | |
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We are mirror as well as the face | |
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I want to hold you close | |
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Someone digging in the ground | |
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The phrasing must change | |
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The guest house | |
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On the pickaxe | |
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Who makes these changes? | |
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Why wine is forbidden | |
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On resurrection day | |
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The dream that must be interpreted | |
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The pickaxe | |
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Zikr | |
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The core of masculinity | |
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I honor those who try | |
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Dervish at the door | |
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On flirtation | |
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Omar and the old poet | |
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An Egypt that doesn't exist | |
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Chinese art and Greek art | |
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In your light I learn | |
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Drumsound rises on the air | |
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Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity? | |
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On union | |
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Gnats inside the wind | |
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Meadow-sounds | |
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Ayaz and the king's pearl | |
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Put this design in your carpet | |
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Hallaj | |
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We three | |
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I am filled with you | |
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On the Sheikh | |
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Chickpea to cook | |
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I have such a teacher | |
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Sublime generosity | |
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Like this | |
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A bowl | |
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Wax | |
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No room for form | |
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Childhood friends | |
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The mouse and the camel | |
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These gifts from the friend | |
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The lame goat | |
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On elegance | |
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Father reason | |
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A craftsman pulled a reed | |
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Humble living does not diminish | |
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New moon, Hilal | |
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Body intelligence | |
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The seed market | |
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On howling | |
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Love dogs | |
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Cry out in your weakness | |
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The debtor Sheikh | |
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You that come to birth | |
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On the unseen | |
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Nasuh | |
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Moses and the Shepherd | |
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Joy at sudden disappointment | |
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If the beloved is everywhere | |
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Story water | |
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On roughness | |
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Rough metaphors | |
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Birdwings | |
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I come before dawn | |
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Checkmate | |
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An awkward comparison | |
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Two kinds of intelligence | |
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Two ways of running | |
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The importance of gourdcrafting | |
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Breadmaking | |
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On Solomon | |
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Sheba's gifts to Solomon | |
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Solomon to Sheba | |
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Sheba's hesitation | |
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Sheba's throne | |
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Solomon's crooked crown | |
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The far mosque | |
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A bird delegation came to Solomon | |
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On gambling | |
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If you want what visible reality | |
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Gamble everything | |
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In a boat down a fast-running creek | |
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The three fish | |
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Send the chaperones away | |
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When I remember your love | |
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All our lives we've looked | |
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The gift of water | |
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On Jesus | |
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I called through your door | |
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Jesus on the lean donkey | |
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What Jesus runs away from | |
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Christ is the population | |
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There's nothing ahead | |
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On Baghdad | |
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In Baghdad, dreaming of Cairo : in Cairo, dreaming of Baghdad | |
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Dying, laughing | |
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Human honesty | |
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Dalqak's message | |
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The cat and the meat | |
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Sheikh Kharraqani and his wretched wife | |
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The snake-catcher and the frozen snake | |
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Polishing the mirror | |
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Ali in battle | |
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On the frame | |
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The king and the handmaiden and the doctor | |
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The three brothers and the Chinese princess | |
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On children running through | |
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I used to be shy | |
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Green ears | |
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Birdsong brings relief | |
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The way of love is not | |
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Let your throat-song | |
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I have phrases and whole pages | |
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You've so distracted me | |
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I'm not saying this right | |
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The least figure | |
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I reach for a piece of wood | |
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On being woven | |
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Of being woven | |
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The waterwheel | |
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The granary floor | |
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A song about a donkey | |
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Elephant in the dark | |
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On secrecy | |
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A wished-for song | |
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A basket of fresh bread | |
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When we pray alone | |
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One who wraps himself | |
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Deliberation | |
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The private banquet | |
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We are the night ocean | |
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Which is worth more, a crowd | |
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On majesty | |
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This we have now | |
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The visions of Daquqi | |
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The worm's waking | |
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The freshness | |
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Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle | |
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The morning wind spreads | |
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Slave, be aware | |
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On evolving | |
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A dove in the eaves | |
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We have this way of talking | |
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This piece of food | |
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In the slaughterhouse of love | |
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The witness, the darling | |
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In the arc of your mallet | |
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Unmarked boxes | |
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The milk of millennia | |
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The you pronoun | |
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Birdsong from inside the egg | |
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Say I am you | |
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On the turn | |
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Inside water, a waterwheel | |
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You have said what you are | |
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A secret turning in us | |
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This moment this love comes to rest | |
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Keep walking, though there's no place | |
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Walk to the well | |
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I circle your nest | |
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No better love than love | |
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Some nights stay up | |
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I am so small | |
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When you feel your lips | |
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The sun is love | |
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Something opens our wings | |
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Held like this | |
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I stand up, and this one of me | |
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I have lived on the lip | |
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Real value comes with madness | |
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Dance, when you're broken open | |