Hid my face cracks again self
Came apparently season!
Hopes, aspirations are mixed oils.
Already, stored for years in the tip of the lips, smile,
I do not know! When did your style revolution overturned
All socialist stores relevance thoughts,
But informal enough hiding at the corner of my lips,
Rose slightly, Rose is not gonna be crazy!
Rose if you name (Jane) are placed,
Gül, Gamze you get the name of that rose,
Roses do not get no...
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