I will leave my fate to the ends of

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I do not know where to begin
Aharowoowov that when he dies
But my love for you is a stab at each ....
Here's the nostalgia points twice ...
I'll miss you
But I need you .....
Official my head in the Persian ride the horse
Comes to take on the Versa
I imagine with me playing those Wisps of hair
Driven air my eyes
Loved
Try to defects before Hasan and I'll miss it
Could love me as I loved defects???
Try to songs by Flirting tables ...
Where are you???
Where is the echo of stories???
They say I smiled, but they do not know
The deepest sorrow smile, but in the eyes of Damah!!!!
It is everywhere remember when
Ask honey in my heart desalination moments that remember where
Love is not loved novel novels
Or the story of stories
...
A gift of love beads
And drops of drought in tears Judgement
I love how you are compassionate, while coming down hard
While coming down hard and get angry
And between this and that, I cry ....
Ask you the name of love: --
Do you went under the arm receiving the cheeks of tears
Ask you for your heart: --
Do I hear the echo of the pillow Notified
Is the answer ?????
Try this unless it asks me to leave
Asks me not forgotten ...
I am not able to hold our intended
I'm no different from any child has coordination
But the reality ....
We hate when we chose
While not choose love ...
If it knows what I dream
But the biggest dreams that send
Or disperse the Uaaaaaaaaaaaaak
I remember: --
Stop passed here ..
The perpetrators of this leeway bloomed ..
Taatracassan over your eyes and corners of my office
The Anaaaaaaaaaaaa
Fountain languages no one read ..
I wish and I hope and wish ...
But best wishes to comment on the threshold of the rest of the night stars illuminated the sad memory
Because how many aspirations crying before crying
But I go back so I hope to see you ...
After the papers smile
The lap of pain
Here you from the housing Dehra
No housing for the moment ....
I see you everywhere in the smoke of the morning coffee ..
Campaign between the lines of my books with me ... between the folds of my clothes .. Slogan in the book ..
In the neck by half a heart is no god but God
But the question is, wearing the other half from the heart????
Each of you, accompanied by the perfume over his clothes, there are missing others
Choose from what you love words
There's Soaaaaaak
Here you from the global internal insisted You are the world ...
Here you from the combined me ... I insisted
In those days-gone ....
How brave you wipe the tears .. boldly.
. Intended not have the courage
Day by day survey on fried ..
And today .. I stand puzzled in front.
. The silence of my papers ..
And the unity of Kenya .. Waited for the train
Who no longer know the date of his arrival ..
Petra delayed ..
Or are you left to another world ..
You wonder where
??????????
Are you no longer know the source of the joys????
Or source of belt????
Or to both?
Will eventually write ....
But shut down my pen and let God write the end!!!

المحترف

Many thanks to you
my dear brother and lived hands

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