Ghazaleh Bayat Biography

My dearest
Gun took you away,
And I will keep bringing white roses to you,
To remind you of my never ending love
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My flowers died when it was April yet,
An eternal eclipse darkened my sight,
And a heavy air filled my lungs
How could I ever love the enchanting sunrise and the melancholic sunset?
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Would you be with me in a night so sorrowful?
In a night wherein you see nothing of that glorious face
And all you got beside you,
Is an aching soul so old and so tired.
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There is nothing to laugh about
When I state a joke, forget the windup
Organs hastily start shrinking
When I leave my fresh wound open
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In your eyes, I see witches of Salem weeping, don't burn them with tears

Through your lips I smell the scent of sempiternal lies, your immortal flaws
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