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More people know more than anyone else. I am familiar with pain. Pressing what happened to the insane. Except for the sadness that one of my hearts did not go away, nobody remembers us except old sorrow. It's like a little bit of a pas* through my head. I do not look up in the eye. I'm dead, but I do not know if it falls. I do not fall into the shadow of my flower. My dust does not come down. I would not have lost my heart. Kissing the body of this government would not fall to us. Loving what sorrow and sorrow. I was relieved by the pain of the Hijran. I scared myself in the circle of lovers. The pain should be spoken without talking. I've talked to Zaman with a candle. I said tear. Why did you go crazy? I said: I've got a hope from this corner. I'm pleased with the blessing of the liberation of the saddle. I have asked for the burden of bending. I told you that you are chirping in The poem said: I've seen a rustle of eyes and a melee. The day I look at you. Nasrin. The body falls down. The peasant. No one is saying this sweet. Sit down. No one is. Where do you sleep when I'm comfortable? You turned and darkened in my eyes