Before going to the grave  


‎Dry your heart in the sun of love  
‎Come to me and flowers will bloom  
‎Are you afraid to tell the truth  
‎then you don’t have to say anything  
‎Mail the suppressed pains  
‎Then you will feel relieved and
‎the wrinkles of worry will disappear
‎from your forehead   
‎Then I will speak in whisper frankly     
‎I only want you  
‎in my dreams and
‎before I go to my grave  

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