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In Memory of Ezzat Tabaian

Will we see each other again?
Under the tall, evergreen cypress
Near the river that never dries out
The table has been set
And the scent of heavenly fruit is intoxicating.

Who will fill our glasses with red wine?
My heart overflows with joy.
The breeze is playing the “Green All Green” sonata
Through the cypress branches.
It’s time to start the dance.
Our solitude is an illusion.
You are still twenty-four years old
And my moustache is fully black.
Hold my hand.
The guests are all waiting.

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