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şeirlər poems

Luck would hit,
Fate would hit
But that closed window
Wouldn’t be opened, it wouldn’t.

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Your sorrows, your joys
All are of the same seize.
One dearest day has settled down
In your inside.
All its burden is in your body
You need to make a fire
To escape its cold.
Mood of that dearest day
Will not leave you, will not.
That dearest day
As sweet as first dating
Of a beautiful girl
Who felt happy of first dating,
But got old waiting.
You would open your eyes
To that dearest day
Through that closed window.

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