I like the sound of that words in my ears
I like it when it chase away all my fears
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As long as you can't find love
Say it's a stupid matter
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Every night after the ten
I decide to take a pen
And every hidden thought or feeling
Inside of me I write it down
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When you quench the thirst of a pale flower
It rises again, and gives you scent
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Hello :) I'm Hossam bounab, son of Ali Bounab.I was born in Biskra in a countryside exactly called Al Haouch, but I lived not there.I lived in another town Called Djam3a, in south Algeria.I lived almost my childhood there, before we moved back to my home town Biskra. Now, I'm living in Biskra, and studying in the university of Mohammed Khider. I died in 1856...Oops!)
You'Re My Dear
I like the sound of that words in my ears
I like it when it chase away all my fears
I like when you say it, thus I know you're near
So, say it mother, 'you're my son and my dear'
I feel so good, when that words tickle my soul
It's like a flood drowning me down when I'm fool
my childhood, and my soul push me to pule
Then you smile, with face like a placid pool
I'm so afraid, cuz time is running so fast
Although I made what broke you down in my past
You still indeed, want me and forget the rest
That's why I need you and be your best harvest
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to my dearest mother...I love you!