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भाषा
By: Miya Mallard
Dear, my dearest one
I’m not the teen you had in mind
The days are gone
Thus the joys of God
Ruba un momento, portalo via
But there isn't a man on earth so proud,
Se ascolto una canzone
Sulla prima metro del mattino c’è ancora
La prosa è piana,
قفا نبك من ذكرى حبيب ومنزل