July 13th, 2006

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Powerless by Love's Game

We are all powerless by Love's game.
How can you expect us
  to behave and act modest?
How can you expect us
  to stay at home, like good little boys?
How can you expect us
  to enjoy being chained like mad men?
Oh, my Beloved, you will find us every night,
  on your street,
  with out eyes glued to your window,
  waiting for a glimpse of your radiant face.

— Rumi
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