Rafiq Pasha

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The land of desert, the land of brown
In miles and miles of sand, everything drown
The azure sky, clear without clouds, all the time
for the parched soul, its hope and pine
tales are woven in the sand
are timeless fables of this land
the blowing winds shift the dune
in a harsh desert, no one is immune
it is a world away from the world
its lovely tranquility is better than gold
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