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I want you to be a rose,
A light fluttering upon the windows of eyes,
Or a breeze that revives the ailing heart.
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I want you to be a whiff of perfume,
And dreams that caress me through the years,
Or a peace that spreads the dawn,
And banishes the impossible.
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I want you to be a homeland...
We yearn for it,
And the night drowns in longing
Or an angel
Fluttering like a bird in a beautiful robe.
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No... You will never be
But a vein in my veins
So that we may remain
The sole point of connection
Between night and sunrise
We, even if centuries pass
We will be the masters of the centuries.
Beirut Telegraph, Issue 8289, October 19, 1970
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