Khalid Mukhtar

Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you

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9-2-1442

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This world is my boat
And I cannot wait
To go overboard
Before it's too late

'Cause Your pleasure to me
Is wide like the sea
And all of my pain
Is two drops of rain



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