persian khushi Biography

You are my muse
You were abused
But you are not excused
You are blinded by your pain
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Let there be light
You came along
And there was light
I told you from the beginning
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Through Sad Eyes
Starved and restricted
Born in a concentration camp
Never celebrated a birthday
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Elders hear me loud and clear
I have my rites, you hear
Many paths created
For me to choose from
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Speed!
Weathered
Slippery roads
High speed
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