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şeirlər poems
The world is sap, I get juicy,
I got a little bit sap from each hive...
I was sieved by the sift of grief,
I came a little bit closer...
My natives turned into strangers,
My home became a strange island...
Moving around and walking,
I came a little bit closer...
My inside is a lie, my outside is a lie,
The death from the stone of grief is a lie,
The castle you built was cracking,
I came a little bit closer…
Close my eyes, my God,
Do not let Adam close them...
Cry for me, cry for me, my God,
Do not let the servant cry for me...
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