Winter in the sun Surrounded by dense fog
A little distraught vision Then again
Fog. Dark, white fog.
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Hoy . Hot . Hot .
Ten unhealthy legs are moving together in the same rhythm.
With the silver plow,
The Tiller of life is running . . .
The health status of both cattle is very bad,
As much as their owner. How rogue
They shudder, as they shiver them
Owner too Just like any clothes on them
No, so the body of their owner is almost too
All is empty
Wear a tight towel and nothing else
Not there.
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These two cows, cattle,
Another piece of arable land Sometimes cows
He is very upset for both. Cows
If you look at the jingling body of both, too
Maya takes it. Kalim Sheikh's ideas are his
The cows may be too upset about the body,
Maya is about. At the mouth maybe they are nothing
Can not say, but sometimes how?
As if in dirty eyes his
They looked at!
.
Howdy Not stressed! Why is khareili?
Come on, tension. .
Hoy . Hot . Hot .
Column Sheikh cows are constantly with both
It's going to talk, and the cows are two
Pulling is unstoppable. Plow
The fragment of the land is breaking into pieces.
Column Sheikh big eyes
I have seen the fragmented clay
To the pieces. It's not the soil, it's one
A piece of dreams
Smokytoola whitei
Kalim Sheikh's two sons, two daughters.
The couple got separated from their marriage.
And both of the girls have got married
When