Shaaban have gone
Ramadan have come
bless the month be
as all people live friendly
and the moon smiles
though thousands miles
hunger but health and joy
let that to devil annoy
and love is away if false
we need no poverty source
as i already left her
and in loving god share
then what do i fear
all world and friends are here
welcome Ramadan in the arms
let the spots green in the farms
let the wrong be true
let the dreams come true
let your lights be mine
let that sun greatly shine
take bad things out soul
doesn't expect of her even a call
when somebody finds himself white
so fantastic and seems bright
welcome Ramadan as i see hopes
wont make any wish elopes
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