Well, yeah, the streets and Baharona and Midona and Asmona inheritance is why I get from the horn of the dog to the religion of the day I get up and I am singing from the song and I read so much to this throat The vault beat my imaginary black love dinner that is not good I dont have to work well Instead of my eyes and old Putina and older who are my daddys comrade Then I dont care for my heart Not
Sleeping that is no longer the job until you have to say goodbye to the dawn of Yama. He says Dr. In this world of hashki This one must take your hand Reminished ...... Get rid of
hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I took how to make my dreams from my dream and pray that your greatness is glory tonight and you didnt give us I would close my eyes My heart and my heart to the voice of the Flute Furnace I am a 14 -year -old daughter Take In your sleep What a good luck to Hear Hey Lily Black Dont be so love for me In your alley, wherever you go to this city I know Cedar and Sotk Kurdish.
