It is full of sleeping, a garden of the poem My cold is sighing, Raha Zi is cut off a thirst for dawn
s splendor of comradeship; And the glass full of the broken palace, my head to the root of the peak of swallow, hot from the magic lamp full of Dave and Prichehr, full of kiso
Parm and what is empty of you, full and empty, both **********
Under this debris, this hall Based on the way to my tail, be my heart again Be the most blue, be tired of the earth Freshness, Nazanin you are like this ! Everyone is full
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Under this debris, to this hall, a base on the way to the tail, be the most blue, be the most blue, tired of being a freshness of being, and not like you, and not like you, and not like you, Both All of you, in your love, were full of so