We are happy, I hang trays of candles
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Afraid to pass the knot Sprinkle the knot with tears
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Oh my heart, where is the sadness? |
The staircase is raised
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Domk Ton and your net cry with heartbreaking tears
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Your sword is a hope bouncing high above the sky
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Your mind is crying out with sadness, the sound of sadness is heard
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Shakban, your night, your anger, you win at night
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Dafen is a glimmer of hope, the night of the stars of Suhail
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And the rail is too late, and you will be rewarded for what you have to do with the riyal
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He gave us a coal stove, provided Sa'ir Al-Wil
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Al Wasl candles melted by Farhad Hababi Al Cardamom
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But age does not sound, the spectrum of age is stricken
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For the years of life found by the miserable night
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Spread it over the hills, embroider it the color of the clouds
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Your age has shriveled, so we don't want to slack off
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And the heat came to you with a weight after you, you will remain stricken
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Fantasy your dream broth, what do you say to him is an imperfection?
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The day of hope fades and I wait for my soul to die
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With my tears your shadow drowned We wipe the tears of the spectrum
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How do I clear my time? |
The dream is gone, Haif
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Lunar and not yet, and why are we not summer?
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Darkness and darkness of sadness, my soul does not think how
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West Sail of Joy Welcome Ajana Guest
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Assuming that the lintel is settled, the censure is raised |