My Style Of Loving
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Abdul Wahab
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In many colours
And pretence
I have seen
Love
Exchange of hearts
Image in the eyes
In every nerve
And dropp of
Blood
The beautiful hair
And the antics watch
Were sold to buy
The band and
The comb
You lose two teeth
With my own
One box
I break
My two
Though we never met
I make my life
Like you
You can not take
Solid food
I live on
Liquid
Too
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