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If I told you about a land of love,
friend, would you follow me and come?
In that land are vineyards
that yield a deadly wine-
no glass can hold it.
Would you swallow it as a remedy?

The people there must suffer.
Would you serve the sweetest drink to others
and take the bitter drink yourself?

There are no moons or suns there.
Nothing waxes or wanes.
Would you surrender your plans
and forget about seductions?

Here we're made of water, earth, fire and air.
Yunus tell us, is this what you're made of?