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Nov 2021
Awake me through unwritten
music of mine,
If possible, sing me a song
that would be perfect
and divine,
Perhaps, that is the way
the heart could refine,
But, no one knows the
state of solitude,
which would enshrine.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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