Your Eyes
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Persian Nightingale
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Grand rivers
Of honey and milk
Gentle breeze
So soft as silk
Beautiful idols
Wherever you think
Whatever you want
To eat, to drink
No one feels pain or grief
I tell all things in brief
My love!
I don't want your paradise
I just want to burn in your eyes
(2008/2/12)
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