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I write with hearts on the petals of Ashqi Nostalgic autumn season, sad season in love Come in the heart of the mornings Crying Autumn, Autumn Aryon You and You, Tired and Grion Autumn, I and You, Tired and Grion The sad migration of happy swallows in a boring and silent enlightenment The gardens of the gardens Nobody from flowers to
Come on in the Morning Flower Read a poem by the Divine Crying Divan You and I, the born of the season Two of the two people crying, cloudy, in our chest Sweetheart Morning Flower Read a poem by the Divan Crying Divan You and I, born in the fall of the fall Two cries of crying Autumn, I and you, Tired and Grion Autumn, Autumn Aries and I I and Grion Autumn Irion You and You, Tired and Grion Autumn, Autumn Aries
