Muhammad Shakour Algnash Biography

I would believe my own eyes
Lamenting alone away of all
Why precious with all kindred tries
Ensue that let me sour fall
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My thoughts, breathes, and mind are truly taken
Alas should I weep or as the joviality loudly shout
Sweetness of your voice made me bent and broken
Your beauty is gift all materialize with no doubt
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All mothers around the beautiful merry globe
Your sympathies for us exceed and break the range
You ponder of us by bringing any kind of hope
What can we do, what is your wage
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In black and white I desperately write
Weeping but worse still to come faster
Penniless is shame at once leave the sight
You were flatting out as you were their master
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My thoughts, desires, and my self always fight
Your beauty and chaste is what I see through your face
Wise men sometimes are mad when they doubt
Bearing my pride and all what now I chase
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