A Hundred Ways to Pray lyrics


We're wasted with pure spirit: drunk today and every day.
Lock up your anguished musings. There is music yet to play.
There are some hundred ways to make prostrations in that Mosque
Where your Beloved's beauty is your Mecca: turn and pray.

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