The Warmth Of Your Pretty Words
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Mohammad Skati
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It's a little cold outside, I am a little bit hungry, I need your pretty words to Keep me warm, I want some warm soup to forget My hungry stomach, I need the whole world to look At the hungry people who are Starving to death without an answer, I need a warm touch on my forehead and I need a pretty morsel to feed my stomach, Hungry people cry for food, but no one Listens to them and to their poor kids, so Only death is waiting these starving people.
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