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20 فبراير 2018

Fly Bird, Fly

Fly, bird, fly, to Menaság fly, sit on
the delicate shoulders of my sweet dove

take my letter, bird, take it to my

if she asks where I am, tell her I’m a prisoner
in the prison of love, in chains till my knees

you’re a prisoner, my rose, however, I’m sick
only when you’ll come to me, I will heal.

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