How many years have passed, time has stopped
The sea is just the same, the world is a mystery
The stone walls remain the same
And so do hope, but does it mean anything now?
So much time, generations have passed
The heart is just as in love, the distance is unending
Then what good is yearning now?
And so do patience, but what does it mean now anyway?
This world will be nor mine, nor yours to claim
The world will be nor mine, nor yours to claim
Neither was it, Suleiman the Magnificent's
And no book will ever mention it
How many flowers have faded, you said this'd be last
A yellow tempest broke out, out of nowhere
How many seeds, and sprouts have frozen?
A most painful wind has scattered, and hearts have struck for the last time
This world will be nor mine, nor yours to claim
The world will be nor mine, nor yours to claim
Neither was it, Suleiman the Magnificent's
And no book will ever mention it
Neither was it, Suleiman the Magnificent's
And no book will ever mention it
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