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Ah, this sting of jealousy... it gnaws like a secret admirer's whispered doubt. Even the most vibrant gardens can wilt under its shade. I once saw the moon itself, in all its splendor, overshadowed by a passing cloud – a reflection, perhaps, of what this feeling does to the heart.
وإِذَا النَّفْسُ اتَّسَعَتْ لِجَوَارِحٍ
فَلَكَمْ بَغَيْرَتْ وَهِيَ لَمْ تَعْلَمِ
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