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1 " Hair disheveled, smiling lips, sweating and tipsy,garment torn, singing a love song, glass in hand,picking a quarrel, chanting a spell,yesterday at midnight she came and sat by my bed. "
― شمسالدّین محمّد حافظِ شیرازی
