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Lyrics of Mottasel Mohsen Chavoshi In English

He is my soul, he is my

bread, he has no likeness, his garden of hope, his garden,

his flowing water, the redness of his apples, his vegetable, his willow,

he is moderate, he is the candle of your heart, he drew it, he is my soul, he is my heart, he is my



bread, he has no likeness, the garden of hope,

his garden and his flowing water, his flowing water, the redness of his apple, his vegetable, his willow,

he is moderate, he is the candle of his heart, he is the candle of his heart. Whoever comes


out of the hustle and bustle of soda, make it common here, make it special, come raw

, cook it, garden

and its gardens, its flowing water, the redness of its apples, the greenness of its willows

, it is connected, it is moderate, it is the candle of your heart, it is

my soul, it is me, it is my

bread, it has no likeness, the garden of hope, its

garden and its flowing water, its flowing water, the redness of its apples, the greenness of its willow,

it is connected, it is moderate, it is the candle of the heart. He pulled it
forward.


Poet : Rumi
Release Date : 2016-06-01


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