- Hauwa ( The Epitome Of Manner )
Here I stand,
Permit my golden pen to dance & dance
And shed the ink of thy utterance
Although I'm dearth of words
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- Hauwa (the Epitome Of Manner)
Here Istand,
Permit my golden pen to dance &dance
And shed the ink of thy utterance
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- I Still Love You
I love no one like you
I fall deeply in the ocean of your love
That makes me to be a blind
For now,
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- My Khadija
Let me sing a song of love
To you my foresaw future wife
Who I can give my entire life
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