Two hands that elbow your tail in the sun
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Knees of Comrade Chunten Negar
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A fear of the world as much as this world
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There is always an iron in the throat
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Doubt is the ticket to the view
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Need gray glasses
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Where is the gold of the sun and the copper of the soil?
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What kind of friend? |
Bring it
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Nature and nature are at war
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When your chest tightens your shirt
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Thousands of poets are waiting to write
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Walk in the maze of sluggishness
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My breath is short of breath
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It makes me feel bad
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You are the most misguided way
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You are addicted to quitting addiction
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The main reason for arrogance
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Wounds on the face of geography
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You are the best painter
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Play on my body
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I am a poet in my creation, my creator
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Your life is in my pen
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I wrote you fifteen years ago last night
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When you were a baby, you ran away from a city that did not have children
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Didn't I want you to bring me
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Oooh how far have you taken me
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Ax, do you have a stove?
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Are you going to kill a lady from me?
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What am I less than Cinderella?
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How could the soles of my shoes stay in a castle?
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My hands were united with one hand in the story
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You left Cinderella alone
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Play with the cold in your childhood dream
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He closed his eyes, I do not know you
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Maybe you did not read your bad handwriting
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The reason for your creation is complex for me
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What do I know, maybe you have a plan of my own
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This complexity has made you twist
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Your story is the story of the soil
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The price of kicking the hope of flowers
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Get all the good news that you are sleeping
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A lifetime and walking on the toes
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The whole way of destiny
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An annoying leaf rustle can be fatal
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This is the reason for hating autumn
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This is the reason for your love for the dark night
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If you die recently
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Your story is the story of the wind
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If you die recently |