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He tells me he is nothing, I tell him his every little cell worthed more than a billion unworthy lives.
He tells me he's got nothing worthy during his time, I tell him he has got my love.
He tells me he is lonely I tell him, he has got me all these time, side by side.
He tells me he is left behind, I tell him I am on his side, I won’t leave him behind.
He tells me he have not had fun in his life, I tell him in my all entire life, being with him has been my fun.
He tells me it is late, his time has gone; I tell him, he is just at the right time.
He tells me he has been slave all the time, I tell him to look around if he can see GOD around.
He tells me life is not fair, I tell him what did he expect, this is unworthy earth.
He tells me he is tired, I tell him, he still is alive.
He tells me he needs to rest, I offer him my shoulder.

saloume nakhsaz