| The green of your eyes is the color of your garden clothes, enough that your beautiful eyes are the jewel of the night light
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| You are a treasure of Qarun, you have killed a lot, I am a thirsty desert, you are drenched
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof
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| Your eyes are in the day of the sun, the moon is shining in the night, staring at your eyes, day and night
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| There is no moon in the sky, beauty on you, sweetheart killed me, your two eyes and eyebrows
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| In the cold of winter, your oven is hot, in the summer time, your eyes are a chandelier
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof
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| The night under your eyes is the color of garden clothes
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| Enough that your beautiful eyes are the jewel of the night light
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| You are a treasure of Qarun, you have killed a lot, I am a thirsty desert, you are drenched
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof
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| Your eyes are in the day of the sun, the moon is shining in the night, staring at your eyes, day and night
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| There is no moon in the sky, beauty on you, sweetheart killed me, your two eyes and eyebrows
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| In the cold of winter, your oven is hot, in the summer time, your eyes are a chandelier
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof
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| Come call me, look at my face, swallow your love, blow on my roof |