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GHAZAL-7
The door of my heart was flung open, the stubborn wind
blew, who knows?
The patterns on a windy terrain darker and darker grew,
who knows?
Cobra clouds gathered around the moon-- confounded I
watched the dim vault:
Lightning split the sky many times cutting crazy zig-
zags,who knows?
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