Majnuun

O Mother Eve
see what your daughter did
to me

O father Adam won't you take
the complaint of your son
to Thee

Mother, the love of your daughter
came from the most truthful place
deep within

Father, she's like the one
that you walked with
to the sin

Mother, Father, my heart aches
The light is dying inside
and becoming dim

Her picture is haunting my head

O Mother, I loved her 

I really did

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Like a May butterfly