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Heart..

Heart..

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For a vacation, I would sulk...

Took me to the Gulf...

Oh! I had a blast.

Even forgot the pain inflicted and the wretched past...

The sands...the sunset and the camels...

What a beautiful feeling...

The date trees...screams to you...

This is the Gulf revealing...

I had my fill... My share of joy...

Time to fly back...

Waiting for me... My two boys...

Was stopped by the customs officer...

Did I ask her why?

She said strip, Madam... Coz I think you're carrying gold...

I looked at her and smiled with astonishment...

I said yes I am... And you should know..

I won't lie. I'll go with your flow...

Call the surgeon..rip out my heart...

You can't jail me. Coz from this world, I will depart..

My heart is made up of gold...

Nothing can be done with it...

No transplant... Ull only hears one chant.

This was a woman's heart of gold...

What do we do with it?

Nowhere to be sold...


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