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The Sheikh

The flying hills and its tinted gold Its pyramids and the blinking moulds Beautiful the night, a city behold New dawn it was at Bur Dubai The city that never boasts of mountain Infertile the land unfriendly the grains Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum Muhammed, the son to raise the tune At the sea end stands nations inertia In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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