A kind of kindness from Iranian soil gave me souvenirs with my heart and soul a leak and gift a land and given me humiliating I was missing from this mortal world The deserts were mine. Or I was a young fault? Or who you are a young fault? Dont give up on my door I miss this in a whole lot of honesty Our lost case in Asmona or God is bored I was missing from this mortal world Plains. Or that you are a young fault?
