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言語
Our invalid nights recede into the dark of days
Speak to me O Lord of such things that I have never seen before
my blood for bloods sake
to put words together is to have the power
kyuuñ ziyāñ-kār banūñ sūd-farāmosh rahūñ
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Nel riflesso dei tuoi occhi
خرد مندوں سے کیا پوچھوں کہ میری ابتدا کیا ہے
Un mercredi d'automne, un simple jour de septembre,
Sitting under the cypress tree I saw a miracle flying high
حٌسن مہ گرچہ بہ ہنگام کمال اچھا ہے