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What to write its name
Whom to think morning evening
Blue lake water
She has a story of love
He is the sweet words of love
He is precious to everyone
He is a cloud of the sky
She is my eye mascare
She is the song of my Lips
He roses in Chaman
It is a book written with desire
He has a desire to live
He is a victim of love
This heart is crazy about it
A swear that can't break
What to write its name
Whom to think morning evening