carried me away

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certain simple things..
and these could sweep my feet off the ground..
call me silly in love..
or you may call me..a honest one.

Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,
Don't always agree it's real,
Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door
My address is somewhere else.
― حافظ, The Gift 



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