My dear friend, nay brother, Hamza
A water glaze in the midsummer midnoon blaze... My history with you now anew, could we ever erase? and into a frenzied crowd's craze, we laughed to a crown's daze... Never do you cease to amaze, nay! not even in a midwinter midnight laze... So tell me brother, what makes you faze? I'd wager a pretty penny, nought ought except a fear, even to me most dear; helps it straighten a'steer, nay, never to veer آمین