The owner of the pains in my heart gave birth to beauty, our fruits grew on the soil of that painful feeling it gave ❤ it is the expression of my sweet dream in the morning of every evening ❤ the sun of my life, my love, the cloud of mercy, reach the lonely flower of these mountains, ❤ How does our heart get stronger WITHOUT longings, I add that cure from my eyelash to your wine ❤ don’t let the beautiful angel of the sky speak His eyes are enough for my heart. ❤

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