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Stolen page from an Algerian notebook
Just standing drawing my yearnings As a green dreams! On a red Algerian notebook Engraving my name with water and creams! And teasing the henna leaves Hey, you who is going to carry my next yearnings Please handle them with care Because the henna does not like to be anything else, but red Its redness is smiling when I am far When I come closer, it cries And I start living my blues It comes to injure the virgin palace With it’s right hand While the lift stay virgin and dry My pen start getting mad So it starts bleeding red thing Instead of ink! Oh tears please give a chance to the ink this time And go far away from the Algerian land Stay in your island, In the desert, I don’t care where I just say decade is too much pain! |
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