Smoke descended on the white face of the sun
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A song fell into the fire with a scream
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Smoke descended on the white face of the sun
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A song fell into the fire with a scream
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A flower bloom in a secluded corner
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He shed his leaf and bent his neck
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A flower bloom in a secluded corner
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He shed his leaf and bent his neck
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My instrument cannot be played in Sivas's hand
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My roses burned, my heart can't stand
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My instrument cannot be played in Sivas's hand
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My roses burned, my heart can't stand
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A blackened heart has no light
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Don't you know that folk songs don't burn
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A blackened heart has no light
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Don't you know that folk songs don't burn
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Don't think the day will come, there will be no accountability
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The pir sultan will stand at your door, he will not die
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Don't think the day will come, there will be no accountability
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The pir sultan will stand at your door, he will not die
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My instrument cannot be played in Sivas's hand
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My roses burned, my heart can't stand
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My instrument cannot be played in Sivas's hand
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My roses burned, my heart can't stand
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I can't play my saz in this Sivas city
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My roses burned, my heart can't stand
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I can't play my saz in this Sivas city
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My roses burned, my heart can't stand |