Malids Mara Mara Broken
Forest
Burned Mara Crystal Mara Crystal
I burst my chows crushing three liters of air
My sadness did not make my discipline my disciple
The end of the vertebra was cut off and melted and poured.
Such a way of giving us a manner
Such a kind of mandatory methods
This on the modern manifestation of the ride
Im left in Herat and Bukhara
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Messenger
Wedge from the ground and the boiling time of Yara
Wedge from the ground and the boiling time of Yara
Wedge on my body
Hey
Ashes that the air fuel the air
The curb of the sprinkle.
And make a pitcher
This on the modern ride of the ride
Im left in Herat and Bukhara
Such a way of tolerance
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My past is a pastor ...
