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At the end of a crazy-moon night
At the end of a crazy-moon night
the love of God rose.
I said, It’s me, Lalla.
The Beloved woke. We became That,
and the lake is crystal-clear.
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At the end of a crazy-moon night
the love of God rose.
I said, It’s me, Lalla.
The Beloved woke. We became That,
and the lake is crystal-clear.