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şeirlər poems
Death is known, but to be not
Don’t let her become cold.
I haven’t scarf for wrapping
Deliver my hot cinder,
Don’t let her feel my ash
Dark ground, look after my mother.
Don’t let paths going to her grave get lost,
Don’t let her grave go away
After years,
Dark ground, look after my mother.
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