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Oh Fatima, how does the heart breathe,
With such sorrow it has to
Oh Fatima, how does the heart breathe, With such sorrow it has to swallow? Oh Zahra, how do the eyes become dry, When the bloody sand is embedded? Oh ...
Oh Fatima, how does the heart breathe, With such sorrow it has to swallow? Oh Zahra, how do the eyes become dry, When the bloody sand is embedded? Oh ...
My pens ink flows on paper like blood did on sand,
Every word is
My pens ink flows on paper like blood did on sand, Every word is foreign, like you were in that land, As my tears fall, my soul through words aims to ...
My pens ink flows on paper like blood did on sand, Every word is foreign, like you were in that land, As my tears fall, my soul through words aims to ...
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