Talock, Talock, Talock
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For twelve long years I cooked the food
Clean the house and made your stews.
I ironed your clothes bore your blunts.

Now we have three children.
An inconsiderate fool you be to divorce me
I'm left alone with a home
I don't even have money.

The children yes The children
'haven't even thought of them who's
To tell them their blunt luck
Divorced parents.

I don't want you back not even for a second
I don't need to hear reasons why
I only glad you've set me free.



Jauhar Al Akdar

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