You came up
After these years
Before and after all the name
Drawn out of the shadow look
And spent gradually
sorrow to me these days
Recursive and perhaps even ...
And my guests smile Kurdish
As you still praiseworthy
Without make-up than red blood
Green love and more like months, months!
I like to accept
Who never did embrace you ...
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