Rubaiyat 13
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Every friend who talked of love, became a foe.
Every eagle shifted its shape to a crow.
They say the night is pregnant, and I say,
Who is the father? And how do you know?
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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