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şeirlər poems
MY HANDS, WAYS!
They made me be out of my way...
Mountains was against to me, too.
They torn out a particle of my heart
I took and throw it on them
Mountains were melted and melted...
Walked nervously to me...
Everything is like an illusion
Even if bitter poison tastes as sweet as
honey...
Hold my hands, ways,
See what happened to my soul...
I fall and be lost in suspicion
I stick and be lost in fog...
I go astray in the evil time,
Hold my hands, ways!
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