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My sweet one
My shy heart keens for you
my poor heart. Where are you?
You sweet-tongued, smiling, doe-eyed,
my heart seeks you. Where are you?
You cry when I cry, and laugh when I laugh.
You know all my troubles, and my heart as well.
You laugh because you know my heart
which looks for you. Where are you?
My breast hides an unknown wound,
for which no doctor has a cure.
My head is bent with suffering.
I look for you. Where are you.
Translated September 3, 2025
lara arikan
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