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own house When I think of returning home, I remember that house is not mine anymore. The four-walled houses of girls today belong to brothers and sisters, not mine! Cracked walls, mossy walls, I dream that every morning mother takes that for me. Husband says, this is my house -- understand-hear-understand A girl with no hair Talk big? Every day I think, I will return home Mother is at that door, The tide comes in the chest, It's dawn, it's dawn. Mother has no strength today. He also knows -- whose name is also his wall, Housewives have no rights. Search for thousands Not that my man-house!
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