Look O Eastern Lady Like Cardial Crying All I have here, you are this old cooker that even sleeping, not separated from my body I have been like my name and destiny. I always My Eastern Lady, I am richer than you Your cheapness, your heart. I have I have a basket of flowers but, shameful flowers and flowers Tennie of Atefeh Sirab, Thirsty Carrying My Eastern Lady, Ricier than you You are worthy of you, the heart of this lover of this love
This is not the smell of a strange way, the smell A star behind this heavy cloud If I was old, if it is colorless and torn for you if it didnt even give it It was not for me and not, whatever I have The heart that the heart of this lovely man in the background My East Lady is richer than you.
