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As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because he was my friend
But then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own
At last i snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow"
" My child" he said, " what can i do you never did let go"
Raga
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ragaa makkawi
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست