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[zunaedalmahmud]

In the left ribs, the rain rises in the right ribs
And you flower, you are now in the mountains
That mountain is so distant so far
Memorial stone does not mix its shade stone slopes!
The golden sun is in the clouds of cloud
You fly in the sky blue and blue
Smooth spreads in the pockets of the chest also smell the chest
Who are looking for an indefinite route?
Hear the guitar? Read the verse? No he artisan
Quicken the stomach to the blue heart
The ribbing sounds are gentle in the bowels
Can you hear the steamer left in the ocean?
When is the end of your succession?
Water flutter in colorful waves
The green wind blows on the breath
Bibsana fades in the dark
The remains of light