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If the accounting to ...
O man! Must stop, to feelings of exile!
As the scorching desert, taking in quiet ...
All my side sedition, furious at editing
seals my chest, put it in the coffin ...
Four walls loneliness, does not see the truth!
History does not kill the account of ah,
Aging of the account of the pain does not laugh,
Give concessions in miserable dirge ...
Futile efforts of the sins that moment,
My experience with the cook in question if not def ...
Connects the shackles of my soul the morning,
Fire on my table, in ID Yezit!
Nights remorse, will drown the trouble!
It is desolation state, is vuslat of tumbrel ...
The ride will live in the desert dust,
My Self black, was found in milk!
Divine love particular, is based on peace!
I love the delivery, are good things ...
My soul to the reverse zone, I will be crazy!
What a mind, this one evil ways ...
Laugh a little when you see the fun,
The warp and the season is Haram deviation?
Price does not understand, when a momentary taste!
Is that happiness? Resistance is salvation!
Bismillah should also, out of my heart!
I on behalf of peace must flow out of luck ...
What I doomed to anxiety?
You will pass through sırat?
Defect is not in infinite love,
People to people lux, brotherhood in the sauce!
Lord knows there are, ar face ...
It is essential that the slavery modesty layer ...
With that act of gross accounting,
He split it, not to leave the foal evil!
Give and receive Helallik, you remain roughness ...
Justice in the world will taste both!
Saffet Kuramaz
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