In a crowded room, your presence glows,
A bold name whispered where confidence flows.
With every glance, you spark the night,
A beacon of courage, shining bright.
You stand unyielding, fierce and strong,
In a world that often feels so wrong.
A bold name carved in history’s stone,
In the face of fear, you rise and stand,
Your laughter echoes, a joyous sound,
In every heart, your spirit is found.
So here’s to the bold, to those who dare,
To wear their names with pride laid bare.
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Abbas
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