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Two Hands of A prayer

Comme d’habitude… Je partage avec vous ce moment de joie interne et cette quête pour la recherche de l’introuvable…

First time that I saw her she had white doves in her eyes
She spoke to me but I could not reply, not reply
She was a stranger I had known for years
She brought to me so many smiles and tears, smiles and tears

The two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer

Tired maid slowly drifts into the past, into the past
And finds a home where all echoes rest, where echoes rest
She softly kissed my mind, my mind, and whispered what will we do with time, do with time

The two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer

Am I the man I choose to be, choose to be,
Or just the man I used to be, used to be
Am I the man I want to be, I want to be
This question, it keeps haunting me, haunting me

The two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer
Together like the two hands of a prayer

Mohammed Boukoutaya passionné du web, Directeur de projet, spécialisé en innovation, solutions Web et mobilité entreprise. Fondateur des sites : RabatKid.com, Maroc-trip.com, jeveuxsortir.com, SortirauMaroc.com et YallaCine.com.

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