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O Tunis! Missing you is
falling apart, like strings of lout
braking the rhythm of my hart
and yet, your melody is sweat
as jasmine scent and your history;
O Tunis! Missing you
is like hypnotic dance of palm crowns
in fields of gold, where ones I loved,
with my body and my soul, Tunisian boy
and the depth of your grounds, just a same...
O Tunis! Soul, ones given, is never to be
gained again!
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meryembes87(Thursday 3rd of July 2008 03:26:23 PM)
tbarkallah mais c trop triste ca fait mal au coeur
