The sound of my whining in the courtyard of the alley
One lonely.
My heart was in the fods and the fever. Ali was a hundred burning night
Word of Jasmine Vanfin was constantly Word
I was not happy moment in the nights of sadness
Hijran you didnt scream from my heart
Did not remember your heart.
I was lonely and cold hearts.
Of this false love of this yellow facial
I have a heartbeat of these empathy
You never have never been. We are strangers
I was not happy moment in the nights of sadness
Hijran you didnt scream from my heart
Did not remember your heart.
I miss the glass on the root
Not tolerant in spite of
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