>≫≫Spring Of Love
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Abdul Wahab
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Let me draw the water of love
From the well which lies in me
Deep inside
As unused
Or dormant fountain
Turns dirty first
And later into poison
A stagnant spring
Secretly blocks the capillaries
Before it is too late
Let me ensure the fresh flow running
And help me
To fill the dried up space
And help me out
To save my well from immature dying
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