Every brick, every stone is saying
Every friend, every moment is crying
Leave this place, your time is over
Leave this place, your turn is over
When we came here we were crying
When we are departing we are crying
Oh my God we are out of over tempers
Here, how much we were pampered
Allah gaved it the glory and it gaved us grace
I am a mud-filled mouthed man, how can i praise?
Leaving behind my heart in it
Expecting, with pleasure it will keep it
Now i am writing, it is saying
Now my heart is broken, it is crying
Leave this place, your time is over
Leave this place, your turn is over
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