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M irza Mihdi, pure and true, I n every step, devotion grew. R adiant light, a guiding star, Z eal and faith, shining far. A soul so bright, a heart so staunch, Majestic soul, pure and bright I n sacrifice, he gave his all, H e walked the path with steadfast grace, D eep in love, his spirit soared, I n every heart, his love adored.

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