I came to your door like the season
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Cloud in my eyes dew in your hair
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My eyelashes are not dry, every morning hope has arisen in me.
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The sunset will be buried outside me, I've scraped this love's temple
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My heart leaves defeated
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The captivity that the fetta wanted from this meat did not have any dignity in his veins.
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A hanging reed stuck in my senses I suffer
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My loneliness could not be good-natured and every poet harbors ugliness
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In it, I think distillation purifies this paper in the imagination
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Think double-sided and reflect one-sided, no random words, understand
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Every day is a dasitan, the valve of the emotional vehicle that warms my blood is broken
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Listen fool, I don't mean to be rude to the unconscious beggar
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Words are too many, tell me brother
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Tariz is this language and you don't understand
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Shall we try it by way of depiction?
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Is there a science to putting a leash on the handles?
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What time period did my tears give a premium?
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Even as it flows, don't wipe my face, my confidant
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Once upon a time I made a portrait out of wrath
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I'm looking at it now, it's beautiful
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1−0 ahead life
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You insisted on covering your reward with pain and
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With Davya you'll pull my sins
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I took the first step for no reason
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Then I saw that everyone was walking on tiptoe.
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Sneaky gains identity, every brain is available, park this.
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Even if you don't notice it, you dust it under the carpet
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There's no small compass
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The surface of this stone sphere is stony
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O child, don't fall on stone heads
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It's 4:30, it's cold now
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The family takes on the role of a child
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Does grudge appear in the text, why?
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The wail came to tumble
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Who will free his soul?
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Every murad whose color accumulates in my black bag
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hold your breath, let go
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I can't reach the knot of enthusiasm
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Pull the tip, let it go
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You're still sleepwalking on the shoulders
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He got his revenge, look ahead
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He sold his meat, look at the meat
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Look at the mule that bled
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Life took me down with a truck beating and a basin of water
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The same street in the same dreams
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Scratched, look at the ambition
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Valet took his house, leg
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The return of my past and lost memories is special
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Every life is private, every soul gets dirty afterwards
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Is this the point I've reached, is it this yahu Duygan?
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The return of my past and lost memories is special
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Every life is private, every soul gets dirty afterwards
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Is this the point I've reached, is it this yahu Duygan?
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My face was not sagging
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I had no eyes on anyone's pocket
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Let the eyes of those who have eyes come out
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My blessings finally fled
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I'm like a drop of water
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I've never had a passion for clothes
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When I got dressed, my skeleton was evil eye
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Was it a piece of amulet that broke my house?
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Did the broken dreams sink into your hand?
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Those without fear of right could not walk around with a white forehead
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I come out of nothing, life takes all you have, I agree
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He talks to you in you, I in me
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Let every syllable be a guide to your language
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It was a sprout that pierced the rock
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It grew silent, I
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My conversation, my day, my night would be sweetened by remembering
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It didn't happen;
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I've wasted it, it's not full
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I put it in full, it didn't take
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Thought it was too full
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Empty hearts have sold their insides
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There are thousands like you, there are thousands
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The return of my past and lost memories is special
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Every life is private, every soul gets dirty afterwards
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Is this the point I've reached, is it this yahu Duygan?
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The return of my past and lost memories is special
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Every life is private, every soul gets dirty afterwards
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Is this the point I've reached, is it this yahu Duygan? |