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Alas my rose

Stole my youth years I love the hands were Happened to me does not smell roses Alas Alas rose my rose I do not know my carpet what happens when

I've been nomadic cranes I had ants on the road I remember one dear Alas Alas rose rose Did not hurt me cruel...

Weird strange world I got called in Konya Shabby wrote my tag Oh, my dear rose rose Was not keep my hands, slice..

İnce waist, did not hold friend not formed into the hands of I do not get Muradiye Rose Alas, alas rose My arm was broken wings..

sabit ince Kayseri 05/10/2012

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