| Reach out your hand so I can give the heart, it's like the body today
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| Seha is notorious pain, leading in tears
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| Those who say "who loves draws", who do not know how to draw
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| If you're going to go anyway, close my eyes, I can't see
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| It would be forgotten if the heart did not touch the heart?
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| I would tell you everything if you listened
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| "You shot and I didn't die?" |
| said the poem
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| Now I understand that death is not the solution either.
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| Would I have been brewing at the bottom of mourning too?
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| Who knows? |
| Who am I, who's lucky?
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| This is my place, you were always mine
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| His heart is too tight, he can't open it, this locksmith
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| My feet say "Go", let my tears
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| Take my life
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| I'm actually dead, apparent life
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| Let the whole world not believe, Nazilli is my witness
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| My Nazilli witness really loved it
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| Her joy was real if she hadn't laughed with tears
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| It was like a single spring wilting baby flowers
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| Let no one know, Nazilli is my witness
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| It's you, here I am, I'm busy, I'm here today, I'm busy tomorrow
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| My heart rope is a blind knuckle, my voice is a pattern knuckle knuckle
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| Laughing is always a problem, ask me for tears
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| I am an orphan born from the womb, a painful sunset, birth
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| My angel, of course, you are used to joy
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| Do you know, I can't let go of joy
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| Seha loves here
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| Please come, okay, I can't forget your eyes
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| I'll wait, it doesn't matter, come by plane or horse
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| If he makes you cry, son of gavur, don't stop there, come on horseback
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| Destiny separate ember, burn the ember flame inside me
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| Think fast, tire your head, my eyes are closing look
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| A leaf like me turns yellow at the end of September
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| Time bitch nurse would bandage my wound with salt
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| It would go away and print, my eyes would look for mourning.
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| My shadow turned my life yellow, the sun dried and turned yellow
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| My Nazilli witness really loved it
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| Her joy was real if she hadn't laughed with tears
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| It was like a single spring wilting baby flowers
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| Let no one know, Nazilli is my witness |