Fockmaster

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My Sharia'mour, lovely as a veiled moon�In the streets of Paris, under crescent light�They call the adhan, from morning till night

Once it was baguettes and freedom in the air�Now it's halal markets everywhere�Minarets rising where cathedrals stood�Whispers of jihad, misunderstood?

My Sharia'mour, why do you hide your face?�My Sharia'mour, this isn't our old place�My Sharia'mour, Europe’s changing fast�My Sharia'mour, will the old ways last?

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My Sharia'mour, swimming in the Seine no more�Burkinis banned then back, what a funny show�Polygamy whispers in the legal glow

Beer gardens empty, pork is off the shelf�Tolerance taught us to check ourselves�No-go zones growing in the heart of town�Critics silenced when the mob comes down

My Sharia'mour, why do you hide your face?�My Sharia'mour, this isn't our old place�My Sharia'mour, Europe’s changing fast�My Sharia'mour, will the old ways last?

I see the future in your covered eyes�Submission written in the western skies�From Stockholm to Marseille, the call to prayer�Replaces bells that used to fill the air

My Sharia'mour... darling, can't you see?�
My Sharia'mour... what have we let be?�My Sharia'mour... Europe’s fading song�My Sharia'mour... tell me, where did we go wrong?
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