The dead bird of prey and the predator of the leader of the herd, Salah Kar Khosrovan, will not go back and forth
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The mouth odor of garlic in the fall of garlic, the emptiness of pistachio kernels does not suffer from pumpkin
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I wish there was no tape to the tombs, what is the use of this empty entrance of the Imamzadeh
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Pull out the two eyes, taste the thick of anger, die in contentment, draw the wool
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Cigarettes in your guitar, oh, your thorns
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Your thorn went into our eyes and made Kun a long-tailed character
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The curtains are torn off and the originality of existence is revealed
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منی منی منی منی
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I do not come from me unless you see my recitation
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The world is ruined by what children drink
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Even if it hurts, be drunk and do not stand up
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Destroy, ruin, ruin, ruin, ruin, ruin
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Cigarettes in your guitar, oh, your thorns
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The eyes of need open in the lust of your reading, your naked world becomes the bed of work
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What poems have I sucked from your secret mouth?
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Sacrifice your thorn, I was the thorn of presence
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Give me a sneeze so that I can look at your neck and swear at the end
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Cigarettes in your guitar, oh, your thorns |