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Your love will guide the way. The way back home. I'll wait all those days. From my love to come back home. I will wear stand all the pain. All the bruises I will get. Nothing may break me apart, I'll fight for you my dear.
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Qasim Ali
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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