The evening is coming
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The smell of Maryam comes from your windows in Darab houses
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Houses with tired bricks
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There is a bitter mourning market here
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Maryam did not see him until nightfall
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At this time, all the words are strange
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To drown behind the river at night in the mountains
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The look of a mother swimming with a stranger
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Where is Mary? |
It is for clothes
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I do not have a free body
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Come on, mother, I have no endurance
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Good and bad, I have no resurrection without you
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When you have a fever
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Sleep in the middle of this village
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The mother says after Grega's howls
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Which howls the smell of Maryam's blood
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Maryam is the pure flower of hope
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Here, everyone is wearing a mask
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Your eyes fall asleep
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The fish are all hooked
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What was your whole life spent on?
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Silence was a long-standing pain
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Beside the trees that saw the saw destiny
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The movement in the grin became beardless
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Where is Mary?
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Good and bad, I have no resurrection without you
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Where is Mary?
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The small world and the grandmother
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Your hands are in prison, Grandma
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The madness of these little souls
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My life is here
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You are the blue sunset of the youth
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Which morgue should I give to my grandmother?
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You are the erosion of your age
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Your round air hates sand
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The world before this is empty
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Background of grandmother's disease
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Keep your eyes open
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Grandma's guard world
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A tongue that holds the same victim
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The series that is the victim of the grandmother
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I was not looking for my own interests
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I am the voice of my weapon
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One day the world is empty
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An open suture wound
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The warm heart of your bread travels
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What a toothless world
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That when you nod to him
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You put a golden sandpaper on it
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Now argue that the whole world is a grandmother |