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Oh, They say my house is no good,Oh, They say my house is no good
``` Oh, They say my house is no good, But what can I build with nothing here? Iâll erect a home, Yet how long will I truly stay? I gaze into the mirror, Noticing the strands of grey in my hair. Thinking of this, Hason Raja never built a dwelling. Where will Allah take him? Where will he find rest? This uncertainty brings him to tears. If only Hason Raja had known his days He would have painted his rooms in vibrant hues. Oh, They say my house is no good, But what can I build with nothing here? ```
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