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وهمس الحب بأنفاسك
وإن تطلب مني عمري
أنا كلي فدا لراسك....
- تغيب الشمس والناس تنام
يغيب القمر ويزيد الظلام
لكن تغيب إنت هذا حرام.
- عسى من يكرهك .. يبلى..
ومن يحزنك .. يشقى..
ومن يحسدك .. يعمى..
ومن يسعدك .. يبقى..
- دمعي على الخد سايل
مشتاق وحظي مايل
أكتب بالقلم السايل
أحبك بكل الوسايل.

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Gloves
Miss Williams was a teacher, and
there were thirty small children in
her class. They were nice children,
and Miss Williams liked all of them,
but they often lost clothes.
It was winter, and the weather was
very cold. The children's mothers
always sent them to school with
warm coats and hats and gloves.
The children came into the
classroom in the morning and took
off their coats, hats and gloves. They
put their coats and hats on hooks on
the wall, and they put their gloves
in the pockets of their coats.
Last Tuesday Miss Williams found
two small blue gloves on the floor in
the evening, and in the morning she
said to the children, 'Whose gloves
are these?', but no one answered.
Then she looked at Dick. 'Haven't
you got blue gloves, Dick?' she
asked him
'Yes, miss,' he answered, 'but those
can't be mine. I've lost mine'