Is it still hidden, the color that came in ecstasy?
Everyone began to see the color overshadowed by the feeling
I have handled it like a precious thing
The color was stolen from the colors of your dress
That is, then that hour came in my destiny
The dude is wearing the color I told you now
Dancing and swaying branch on the dance floor
The eye has seen the color bathed in dew
The scent wafted through the gray evening garden
Remember the forgotten color of wetness
In yellow moments if covered the word silence
presents says the color in the deadeye
As much respect as I have, Aiman in time
This color is the color painted on me by my Murshid

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