<≪≪ The Prize You Win
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Abdul Wahab
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When you come out
To have the picture of the whole
Then and then
You miss the vision of its interior parts
This is very natural
And you can't have
At a time
Both
The whole
And its parts
You can't remain
At a time
Both
Full
And half
This is the limitation
We the human being
Born with
You are destined
To be imperfect
Incomplete
At the end
Dissatisfaction is the only prize
You win
Such is the sorry state
Of our fate
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