In my left hand was Eve's soft right hand,
And on my right palm was an apple like globe,
Neither we could lie, nor sit nor could we stand,
Exposed to heat and cold, without a single robe!
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Missing you Eve! Missing my love, missing my sweetheart, Colorful scented flowers appear to me like a thwart. Though I have lost the dowry I got but I have eyes and arms, I shall find out my Eve, I shall bring back the lost charms. And when we meet once again I shall brew love in the brewery, Finally I am happy that I'm now free from the Angel's slavery Akhtar Jawad marvelous sir...............jjjjjjjjjjjjjiiiiiiiiiiiii
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Missing you Eve! Missing my love, missing my sweetheart, Colorful scented flowers appear to me like a thwart. Though I have lost the dowry I got but I have eyes and arms, I shall find out my Eve, I shall bring back the lost charms. And when we meet once again I shall brew love in the brewery, Finally I am happy that I'm now free from the Angel's slavery Akhtar Jawad