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Your dream is in front of me, your eyes, your gaze. The wind caresses your hair without me. Then the grains of sadness reach your cheek. He says he spoils the game he wrote himself.
not as difficult to explain as you think as little as you think you have inside you Nothing is as precautionary as your health not as pure as your essence.
One day all promises are forgotten One day the truth will peel off its shell With everything naked in front of you The truth becomes invisible to all eyes
I want a new year A year without hopes Because all hopes Come true I want a new year Where children don't die Let them run on flowery meadows With their chirps
The indelible land that has been written All around me is black from the fire of Hijran My doomsday has come, they have put me in trouble Bring the one who didn't smile and disappeared
You know, you think they are all similar You watch him follow you You try, it doesn't come out, your voice can't come out You know…
Everything I found on the road I set off Thorns stinging my hand I gave it to the rose
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