Qamm
You are far away
I am completely alone here.
My flute does not sound
I have not seen you for a long time.
Without you, the sky does not rise
Life is covered in clouds.
My heart is broken
Everything seems empty.
Life remains surrounded by your memory
I know you will not come back.
Still, I wait for you
I want to live well again at the end.
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