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When you love you should not say, God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God.

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Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese


When you love you should not say, God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God. Khalil Gibran

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