At the night he came to My heart called My soul You dont have your sadness
Wow I have been hajj like a stranger dinner What a night that is not magic Night and the secret curtain my heart and this burn I need My heartfelt is not scored
I have a dinner chicken Flower to God. . . Delightful In the grip of Ram Tombs My . . I have been captured by the thirsty for the joiner I know my pain I did not return to you What did I do to you except you! . . Missing you in the grip of Ram. . . . . . .
