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9-24-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · May 6, 2021 ·

My hands, they do my bidding
And my tongue says what I will
But the day will come
When my hands and tongue
Will have me standing still

Oh that shame of standing trial
Will it be too late to pray
Allah spare me please
Allah grant me ease
Let Your Rahmah save the day

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