Yet the king's eyes are rumored!
Greed comes out of the gun from the guns
How will the bullet borders home?
The village surrounded the water with a foot on the throat!
There are many years of crying
Floods will float one day?
I will accompany you, get me beside me.
Dreams are written on the golden clouds
The country was supposed to be somewhere else!
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I'm returning to the evening,
The last unsteady sun sank
In the Mahanadi chest
Tomorrow morning the city resides in the poison of light.
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Bus is going on in the river ...
Coming out of the dust window
Ambagan and Hijal-Talay
Bye goes back.
Road lanes of the field
The return of the lonely breeze again
Anyone with him?
The widowed widow of the house?