| Number one hundred and seventy-five Baris Manco Street
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| I'll do a thousand and one numbers oh if it weren't for her brother
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| A very simple story in his home school
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| There is no happy with little things, neither its brand nor its rank
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| I'm looking in the mirror, emphasizing that purity
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| A magic eye was touched, I'm throwing my dust
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| Look, hug and hug with roses, pastries and honey
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| With destiny, with the command of Allah, with the words of the prophet
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| Look, hug and hug with roses, pastries and honey
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| With destiny, with the command of Allah, with the words of the prophet
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| Without any effort, completely by himself
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| Cat in her lap while feeding the homeless
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| Loves animals, never separates their souls
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| I think he knows those people by heart
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| When did you grow up, what is your maturity?
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| Your pure childhood flowing over you
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| Look, hug and hug with roses, pastries and honey
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| With destiny, with the command of Allah, with the words of the prophet
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| Look, hug and hug with roses, pastries and honey
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| With destiny, with the command of Allah, with the words of the prophet
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| Look, hug and hug with roses, pastries and honey
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| With destiny, with the command of Allah, with the words of the prophet
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| Look, hug and hug with roses, pastries and honey
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| With destiny, with the command of Allah, with the words of the prophet |