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şeirlər poems
Which wandered above my head…
I loved you a bit more,
But I forgot you a little bit…
The migrant birds flew away,
The sky was empty.
Autumn, spring, summer moved away,
Only winter remained in my country.
I emptied my grief into
the well of separation,
I threw there a stone as a remembrance…
Despite the months and years passed,
Every moment I waited for you to return.
You did not return... why did I hide it,
I was pinning a hope on your love.
I loved you a bit more,
But I forgot you a little bit…
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