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A moon on the edge of the window,
a night that never wakes in these lands,
Flowers withering in the field.

Do not tell the horizon of your dreams,
do not hide your hopes within your heart.
Write them upon the walls,
and draw around them wings to let them fly.

قمر على حافة النافذة
ليل لا يستيقظ في هذه الأنحاء
الأزهار ذابلة في الحقل. 

A moon on the edge of the window,
a night that never wakes in these lands,
flowers withering in the field.

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