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Abdul Wahab
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Millions of people cannot be my enemy
And cannot be they all my bête-noire or foe
Though few people may go jealous here
Few might fall pray and be envious there
Still I claim most of them are innocent
Free from bigotry, free from garrulous hate
They care and love they cherish and nurture
Truth, beauty and what is high and great.
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