Along with the beautiful and odor of the beautiful peacock with a hundred colors, Fariba
of my pride I say I didnt say one of the hundreds I didnt say that Ranas fascinating was a colorful crown, a flower like it was. Her Increased of that beautiful umbrella unaware of the world I am fooled by every role and every time I was a dream and a good time Warm Watch
Chu became her passion for her ugly pride. Foot Anyone in this world is an ugly and beautiful captive
I am not the same as the peacock of my umbrella I am a world of taste and art but with a hundred
I have a chest in the soul because I have a mirror The treasure of poetry and my passionate. I
beside the beautiful and beautiful peacocks smell with a hundred colors drunk the umbrella of Fariba from his pride. Whatever I say, I didnt say one of the hundreds of Nas Numaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
