مساحة إعلانية
Kill me dear friends
For in death I will find life. Survival means death
And my life is to die of love.
For me, the effacement of self
Is the most noble of gifts I could have Whilst staying as I am
Is the worst of all faults.
My soul has grown weary of life
Amongst these fleeting superficial phenomena. So kill me, and burn me
With my bones that will perish
Then take my remains and go near
The abandoned tombs.
There in the hidden remains of souls still alive You’ll find my beloved’s secret.
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