The door of my dream home
In front of it is a board of sincere welcome
No matter you are a stranger
Let it be an excuse to chat longer
Sitting beside the clear springs
We can have sweet drinks
But let this never be an excuse
To enter my dreary real house
My neighbors are starving
Brothers are dying young
I am in no mood to give for your musing
I want to make my little sister again sing.
mashoodkk
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