Words
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Abdul Wahab
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In the bucket of emptiness
There are a lot of words
To give you as gift
But words are mere words
They are very misunderstood
In the silence of swift breeze
There is lot of sweet sounds
To share with you
but the breeze turns into a storm
and the sounds become clumsy and loud
In the sack of vacuum time
There are a lot of lights
To show the path of our life
but now there is only darkness
as the wind puts the lamp out
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