Every hour fate strikes at my wounded heart

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Every moment I sigh in sorrow, for fate, every hour strikes at my wounded heart with another torment. Yet truly I say: Hafiz is not alone in this slight; so many others were swallowed in this desert. A group of dervishes. Khusraw and Shirin.

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