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ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There was a land
Which I suppose
Where everyone
Had a crooked nose
And the crooked nose
That everyone had
In no manner did make him sad
But in that land
A man was born
Whose nose more straight
And clean was worn
And the men of that land
With a public hate
Killed the man
Whose nose was straight
There was a land
Which I suppose
Where everyone
Had a crooked nose
And the crooked nose
That everyone had
In no manner did make him sad
But in that land
A man was born
Whose nose more straight
And clean was worn
And the men of that land
With a public hate
Killed the man
Whose nose was straight
