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O Lady! Your mood is air and your passions fire,
Alas! Burn my wisdom cottage and turns into ash,
My sweet, Sweet dreams remain unfulfilled desire,
But your bitter hate and hate does my love crash,
When men leave earth, leave behind two things
Hate and love but hate dies with the soul death,
Love remains behind and flies on golden wings,
New love is born from the dying Phoenix breath
At last breathe flies just body remains behind,
Wearing white dress on moving bed going there,
Where we are eaten by worms flesh and mind,
But good deeds will be on earth after death snare,
Thinking on my deeds on earth I am not glad,
But my mistress is coming to me, I am not sad
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