Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the cup with sweet
Or bitter run,
The wine of life keeps oozing
Drop by drop,
The leaves of life keep falling
One by one.
On my pillow this morning. Gotta run now, more later.
Whether the cup with sweet
Or bitter run,
The wine of life keeps oozing
Drop by drop,
The leaves of life keep falling
One by one.
On my pillow this morning. Gotta run now, more later.
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