In Your Lap
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Abdul Wahab
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They all rush in from the heaven
With lighted lamps
When I lay my head on your lap
And your hand caressing my forehead
They encircle and chant holy hymns
In the din of your giggle
I close my eyes
And in the world of peace
I see the flight of all my worries.
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