Laying awake at night on my bed,
I hear the voice of my nightingale sing,
The sweetest and most melodious voice,
Which has given me the calmest sleep a hundred times,
The voice that reaches the soul through the ears,
Each word sounds like a hymn for the almighty,
Light like a drop of dew that vanishes into the air,
Fragrant like a perfume which stays there,
Sweet like chocolate that makes your senses melt,
The voice that echoes in my heart forever,
The voice that makes me strong for every tough endeavor,
The voice that soothes every hurt and pain,
Is the voice of my love, too beautiful to contain.
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