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şeirlər poems

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As the weather was hot he would be sitting lonely
in the shade of a pine tree on the beach and watching
blue water for hours during the last few days. He was
napping in the arms of memories just in the place
where he sat. At the midnight he would return to his
room, lie down in bed and spend the night inspecting
his life. And those lonely nights the thought that oc-
cupied his mind was if the life given to the person
was enough or not.

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