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Once a day was neither sad nor hardship sitting in the sun The shadow of a tree was caught in love The love of love Even the enemy Hand of the Baghdon Has Baghdon In the minutes Neither the sea, no boat lived For the heart of the lover in the garden of Anemia for the heart of the lover of love in the garden of Anemia
a time of time Kurdish Even compromised with the enemy was a friend It was our poem It was our poetry and song We used to make life Whatever our will was It was the king and our pedestrian was cute and we were our life Nat Sun The shadow of a tree could be cared for praise for love Even the enemy was friendly
