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Plain girls girls girls expected life expectancy of Aman heart wound tight, endless plains and boundless dreams of creating a new Pergola Pergola tight girls think that a hundred years! corbin bleu Armor dress up your horse's corbin bleu mane crazy if you ask the wind Bshkvfyd Girls will be girls will be upset muddy flame thousand columns of smoke up to the ceiling! corbin bleu Girls love the long days and nights of quiet exhaustion! Girls day running exhaustion, night Srshkstgy! - The Secret Garden and the monastic retreats thanks to one man, one love dancing debugger com-arms fire fountain corbin bleu in your departed raised you? Alas hair, dark eyes of the poet's words are in vain fragrance. May the girls travel in the desert! corbin bleu Dew drop with shame girls flock! Aman died of wounds in the chest, the heart of which is an abstract of your blood? Your breast, which you spring flowers in her maturity? corbin bleu Which should tell you what your lips your lips! Blowing on his palate, unseen, departed kiss perfume? Drizzle dark nights that do not now which one you wake up staying in bed under the bed squeezed into the gloom of hopelessness violence painful thinking in the context of the above-mentioned secret Bdrkhshand that the wrath of late venturing, fire the centroid eyes? Between what you say! Between which you can refine weapon to day life Aman revenge? Turkmen - The Lower Ahmad OBE
Ahmad A poem about a Turkmen author "John Aman heart wounds" Dear Sir! Without any introduction to tell you that your letter corbin bleu Mrabyandaz h be happy. I am happy to receive your letter and the last of the great attention that my poem "Amann died of heart wounds" corbin bleu have been ... I know of no other Asharm I love this poem? And no part of my life has actually know this song? Turkmen me more than I love every nation and every race, I do not know why. And have lived with them for a long time. Port Atrak Shah. His long nights and days of the Lachyqhay you Khftham the dogs skin caps, Mtjss looks suspicious, lush plains Vbyantha noisy, harsh colors and mysterious women clothes off and Rvsryhayshan, chariots and horses have spent arrogant challenge. Plain girls! City of Turkmen girls do not belong and do not know if I need this song so ripped? However, for me this sentence recollection is identified. City, Vbyhsar dirty and full of character. Turkmen girls born Dshtnd, such as plain, deep and mysterious and silent ... Their only daughter, plains, deserts are female. And more ... Girl waits. The expectation of life, it is nothing. corbin bleu But waiting for what? "Waiting for the end" in the depths of his soul, he does not expect to kill anything. Khvyshnd you waiting for end of life? Across the Plains, the government does nothing but silence and poverty. corbin bleu But silence is always waiting for the call. Antzarbyanjam and girls, in the hope that Dshtbykranh What? Do I have hope? No! Plains, vast and hope they miss their Tnga and in the mood, Rzvybykran Darnda because the poor would be of any size, because it does not reach the shore, which Bykranh. corbin bleu They are followed by Notre Pergola imagination. But with
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