مساحة إعلانية
I live with the light 4658My life is perfume on the air For me a second is like years.
I love that tune in my homeland That shepherds sing in the morning Throwing it up to the sun; 4658Like the transparent dawn 4658They pray, then fade away.
Death may well laugh through your lips Life, through such desire for you, weeps.
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