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Awake arise The hour is late Angle are knocking at the door They are in hast and cannot wait And once departed come no more Awake Arise The athlets arm Loses its strength by too much rest The fallow land the untilled farm Produses only weeds at best BY IKRAM ULLAH JANI
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC
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Awake arise The hour is late Angle are knocking at the door They are in hast and cannot wait And once departed come no more Awake Arise The athlets arm Loses its strength by too much rest The fallow land the untilled farm Produses only weeds at best BY IKRAM ULLAH JANI
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ikram-ullah
Afghan
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC
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