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şeirlər poems

And left happy.
The stars dance Turkish folk dance
And the beauties join them.
The widow men pull themselves up,
The ground pricks up its ears
And the rocks got surprised!

Giving a fillip Melik danced a lot
along hurdles.
That day wild ashug’s saz moaned wildly.
That day all village listened to saz wildly.
They went asleep wildly.
Saw dreams wildly.
They saw that
All were wild, each on a horse
Terrifying the black fears
They rode forward
Singing song.

VII
His face and eyes getting gloomy
With his sorrow,
His foot stumbling of his grief
He used to come back to his cabin
Exhausted at twilight.
He would see the two hands stretching on his ways.
He would fall down tearing off his sorrow
On the slim arms of a beautiful lady.

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