The day she was stolen
The skies turned black
Locust ate at our very souls
In the name of God
I shout why?
The flowers of Hendon
Surround a black tombstone
How fitting
That as I see the blackness of that day in stone
The flowers around joyously sing to me
Bismillah
Our Sweetheart Sings
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