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Jamal, Mo
Lost Persian Cat
From rooftop to rooftop
Morning to morning
Night to night
Valley to valley
Door to door
It rubs itself against the pant-legs of the night
Meow, meow
Oh forlorn kitty
With its soft paws
With its kind legs
With its warm heart
It has caressed the entire earth
What thorns
Have pricked its paws
What kicks on its back
What stones at its head
Meow, meow, wretched Persian cat
Meow, forlorn kitty
Persian cat!
What are you doing here?
What kitchen
Smells of peace?
Which bed
as pure as the first night
Will accept you?
Who? Who?
Who could wash away
The dust of wandering
The dust and the rubble
The ashes of war
From my eyes
Give meaning to beauty
And call me
To her bed
I have begged for peace
Years and years
Door to door
I have rubbed myself against the merciless pant-legs of the night
Meow, meow ... meow
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