My pensive wife, My lovely wife,
You remind me of his life.
My father is a wise-man,
For evilness, he asks me to ban.
You tell me he is like your father,
Say much about, I can't bother.
He is a fair,
For death, I can't bear.
Eye-drops is full of sadness and sorrow,
For his moral, could I borrow?
My heart is bleeding! !
My wife, I weep weep,
My hurt is deep.
I love you my wife,
As you remember his life.
He is gentle, nice and neat,
Who can come to beat?
khaled Elbalishy
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