The flower is on and off the floor and the lover is on the palate
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The king of my world is a slave to such a day
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Do not light a candle in this gathering tonight
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In our parliament, the moon is a friend
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In our religion, wind is lawful, but
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Without you, the flower of the limbs is forbidden
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I'm all listening to the words of the reed and the melody of the harp
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My eyes are all on the lips and the rotation of the cup
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Do not light a candle این in this gathering tonight
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My eyes are all on the lips and the rotation of the cup
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The flower is on and off the floor and the lover is on the palate
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The king of my world is a slave to such a day
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Do not light a candle in this gathering tonight
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In our parliament, the moon is a friend
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In our religion, wind is lawful, but
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Without you, the flower of the limbs is forbidden
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I'm all listening to the words of the reed and the melody of the harp
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My eyes are all on the lips and the rotation of the cup
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Do not light a candle این in this gathering tonight
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The flower is on and off the floor and the lover is on the palate
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The king of my world is a slave to such a day
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Do not light a candle in this gathering tonight
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In our parliament, the moon is a friend
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In our religion, wind is lawful, but
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Without you, the flower of the limbs is forbidden
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I'm all listening to the words of the reed and the melody of the harp
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My eyes are all on the lips and the rotation of the cup |