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Oct 2013
Through the silence
I hear a sound
Calling me softly
Calling me loud

My name,
I hear it clear
In the woods
So fait and dear

I look and look
There’s no one to see
But I know deep inside
If they want me, they’ll find me
Heba Badr-El-Din
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Heba Badr-El-Din
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