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Apr 2020
My heart is a fertile land
Whatever you plant
Will grow up till the end
If you plant love
You smell only love
I f you plant hatred
Don't worry, one day you will be
Whether frustrated or castrated
My heart is a judge
Having no grudge
You get what you plant
I dance on that holy and fertile land
Our hearts will melt together
That's what I have meant.
Written by
Naceur Ben Mesbah  M/Tunisia
(M/Tunisia)   
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