Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.

You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.

You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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I get you from miles away, just to see how you get down feels like an earthquake, every time you come around, you give me a look, you give me love that make simplicity, it strikes my eyes, charm my heart.

I enjoyed flying without wings got me to think ever before, your smiles, your speaker, and I believe by every word delight my life.
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I'm going to take you with me, even if I have to drag you around first, I must get your heart then settle you in my core.

I had come as a summer to lie close to your shadow to sit on ascent of bosoms to feel the glory of love and scatter your flowers a head to enlighten my ways to show you off as the beautification of faith.
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The stars of 12 o'clock at night shall be dear to you; you should carry forward a riddle shelter shining rainbows.

The soul luxuriates with impartial things, fading its tenderness on stocks and mud, tracing hours of coming breezy days.
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He is such full of beans, son; I take a shine to you for that reason appreciably, you brim over my inclination more than you will ever know, then preschool you set about the first day is very electrified.

Your floret bowling us over, as I love staring at you. Getting on unrelated capable still yearning my high five, as there is standing by exceptional. We will for all time contribution.
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Take us and put us in awkward times, this is the life we have to live which has become as arms and legs as we are gonna fall apart.

We have to live who they have their fun all alone on the candlelight.
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We smile, we nod at one another, knowing each person rose to the occasion. Oh, how much love, one for another, in this small concreted space, I could recollect it, such a day of days omen.

I'm your poetry in the blackness; I share insight, wisdom; I'm from coop and wafer-thin glossy blank notebooks with fresh lines, and never endangerment remains unwritten.
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I love about the blessing of being a real fellow poet could be the love with its sweet clamor of passion.

I can never thank you enough for the books were perfectly awesome, bless your big and generous heart.
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Shining light hides your beautiful eyes, comes in a super shadow moment.

You are like a diamond under the beauty of the nature deep in my heart.
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Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are, the New Day comes will have many graces, the old day goes sadly earlier & later.

We rose up crying with the darkness, we hugged the world until it stings, we cursed it then and sighed for wings that's the burden of a year.
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In the creation of the earth and heaven; in the sailing of the ships through the ocean; we welcome your sweet stay and your strong bond; a month of purity, the month of blessed; It's a month that helps us ward off evil; you resist your thirst and greed.

Then eat your delicious food; throughout the day don't be in a mood; Muslims fast all over worldwide; rewards in this month multiplied; your eyes will soon open up wide looking at all those foods fried.
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I am a Muslim who doesn't believe in violence or killing; I am a Muslim who doesn't use bombs, he is rather calm.

I am a Muslim who cares for my neighbors, not hurting them.
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All of a sudden we would cry, you have no heart, you are grungy chicken as you flew bullets over our town. We are peaceful people; cruel aggression was never planned, but always borne on the wings of fury in allegory and similitude of sneer.

You have kept millions weeping and wailing while you won and chewing on their legacy because you want to leg up the country; there is the blood of the pure you have shed on the ground making no bones; many virtuous people kicked the bucket by your negative power.
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Assistance is great eyeful fearless men loss of life for duty each cherishes the earth; the simple truth is that these things are appraisal, as is this country's debt to all who serve, and pay the price for liberty on this nation.

Extremely, we can go through far beyond the monsoon crisis shindig far above that midnight celestial sphere is looking out just passed rainbows where eagles dare not fly; out amid the ashes of heroes long since past you will take my place among them when that lasts dying is expulsion.
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You demand to bustle up; you were told the armed-fighting should end, but it cleaves going from day to day, and you forget to smile and can't enact you are surrounded by suicidal, and you keep waiting for someone to crux; the towns and villages are ruined at their thrust, as are your hearts and souls, you ignore that every door has its own unique lock.

You dream to glide like a dove, our contests, the clouds etch flowers into the land, so peace prevails; we are the bloods of the light who pine for the sun; do not cleft our craving angst of the dark.
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Darfur was ebbing and breathed life into the pleura of the men, certify them live, concede them flourish, If you do nothing they will demise the conflicts of past severed gash families removed thriving clouds like evil thunder the flashing burst that strikes the grounds.

People of Darfur spotted for assassination, molestation of their edge. Those who got through wildfires' reminder of hated persist life will never be an identical intergenerational holocaust ruin of civilization ethics folk tales of earliest diminished to embers.
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We stand on the high cliff: We shout as fowls accede the horizon: We stand with our people and fight for our country.
Not only that, but we are proud Sudanese.
Regardless of multi tribes.
We are proud Sudanese.
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We had to repent to The Almighty God to reform ourselves handled with each other in believability, deference, and conscience to investigate admissibly from our prohibitive bargains before we invoked God to elevate the calamity.

Regardless of the posture, people advocated fancy assented across a catastrophe that came to Sudan.
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