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 Oh, sleeping, dreaming, fleeting beauty,
Drowsed by weeping,
Age is creeping, seeping slowly,
To the end of another year,
Oh, weep no more, thee are adored,
By the least of my words,
Laughing quietly, staring wonderingly,
That thee could be thus adorned,
By praise of a man, who such adores,
That thee do find wonder in this so,
My own surprise to see thee, oh,
Nestled sleeping, gently dreaming,
No more thy weeping,
By the least of my words.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir