I will go to the market if the atmosphere improves
It must be to walk quickly when the rain came
When he returned from traveling the joy of my heart with joy
Her love for no reason perhaps the souls of Love
I miss them my love and my conscience threaten me
My heart said I love replies mental whoever denies Me
Love threw my heart, mind scolding me
It must be to walk quickly when the rain came
When he returned from traveling the joy of my heart with joy
Her love for no reason perhaps the souls of Love
I miss them my love and my conscience threaten me
My heart said I love replies mental whoever denies Me
Love threw my heart, mind scolding me
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