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I did not look into my heart
I did not look into my heart
The boatman did not see the sea
If I go in time, everyone will be shocked
I have never seen a house in my old age
From the day I left, I have been looking at my destination
The eyes never saw the milestone
I have inherited these flowers
You have not seen a bed full of thorns
I made sure of the love of my friends
Didn't see the dagger hidden in the flowers
Be the home of the beloved, the lands of the elders
He who left did not look back
The letter is written in such a way that it is connected with the necklace
The hand that did not see any ornaments
The stone calls me dead lover
I am wax, he did not touch me
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