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Ghazal 2 It's a little hard for things to be easy when even a man can’t act like a man What stupidity makes me so dependent on her that an hour early I run off to see her and get annoyed when she's not there My lover is so striking she demands to be seen the mirror reflects what it can then widens its eye I have taken to grave the deep scar of happiness while she stands above in her hundred colors She promised not to torment me only after killing me repenting now this woman so quick to repent |