| My darling
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| It is not a shame to be Tahir, nor is it to be Zühre.
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| It is not even a shame to die because of love.
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| All work, all work can be Tahir and Zühre
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| So in the heart, in the heart
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| For example, by fighting at a barricade
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| For example, when exploring the north pole
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| For example, when you try a serum in your veins
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| Is it shameful to die
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| Impossible
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| My darling
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| It is not a shame to be Tahir, nor is it to be Zühre.
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| It is not even a shame to die because of love.
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| All work, all work can be Tahir and Zühre
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| So in the heart, in the heart
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| You love the world with full bridle
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| But he is not aware of this
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| You don't want to leave him
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| But he will leave you
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| So because you like apples
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| Does the apple have to love you?
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| Not…
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| If Tahir didn't love Zühre anymore
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| What if he never loved
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| What would Tahir lose from his Tahir?
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| It is not a shame to be Tahir, nor is it to be Zühre.
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| It is not even a shame to die because of love.
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| All work, all work can be Tahir and Zühre
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| So in the heart, in the heart, my rose is in the heart
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| welcome my lady
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| you are tired
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| No matter how I wash your feet
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| I have neither rose water nor silver basin
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| you're thirsty darling
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| I don't have iced sherbet so I can serve it
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| are you hungry
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| I can't set you tables covered with white linen
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| My room is captive and poor like the country
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| Welcome my woman, welcome my woman
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| welcome my rose
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| You stepped on my room
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| Forty years of concrete meadow grass is now…
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| You laughed that I was a victim
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| you laughed
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| Roses opened on the bars of my window
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| you cried
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| Pearls poured into my palms
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| rich like my heart
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| My room became bright like freedom
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| welcome my lady
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| welcome my lady
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| welcome my dear
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| Welcome… |