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In the darkness, a moan seems to be heard,
Deep in her chest, a sob lies hidden,
Grief looms over her, death has comes are low on the steep slope,
And nearby are towers that reach the sky,
The mosques are pointed like candles,
Many deities are deceitful here,
Their faith is treacherous, in their betrayals,
In the secret of their destiny, living under the moon,
Resting on the tips of the towers,
And guarding against all non-believers,
In Islam, although their spirit languishes,
In love with the darkness, where the images,
Of the insidious machinations of the black devil,
And he gazes, his eyes all stained with blood,
As the enemy of all, threatening with a storm,
And after him, the darkness gazes,
Its fathomless eyes narrowed,
There, in the half-darkness, stood she,
A girl of unparalleled beauty,
From the tales of the East, thick strands,
Of hair, she threw back, with a movement,
Of her head, casting her languid gaze,
He is full of happiness and hopes of bliss,
And his chest moves invisibly, inhaling,
Then, at a stop, his breath stagnates,
His beauty reveals itself to the Sun,
The warm rays run and fall like gold,
In an unknown tide of fragrance,
A languor is born in her body, without effort,
Her eyes are clouded with shiny tears,
And it seems that she is an angel in the flesh,
She will open her wings and fly,
Up to the heavens, through the beams of light,
And a dark night will come, with a powerful sadness,
The girl is exhausted and weak,
Exhausted by longing, after a long day,
Only her high chest is rising and falling,
In the darkness, a moan seems to be heard,
Deep in her chest, a sob lies hidden,
Grief looms over her, death has come...
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