I move on without stopping, in a warm wind; Flowing from a drop of leather
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I move on without stopping
,
in a warm wind
;
Flowing from a drop of leather
,
usul usul
.
I melt in an emery fire
,
bitiyorum
,
yitiyorum
,
I am almost erased
.
Now all my dreams everywhere
,
isteklerim
...
All the love in me
;
all stand on dusty pages of the past
,
every unlivable
...
On the back of an old poplar
,
Wandering through the city crowd on a cold winter night
,
Does not end
...
Wandering through the city crowd our
Our Story
;
In me "biz" -
A never-before-seen We
,
What has a head
,
and no end
,
Half a story Make this poem a thousand table images
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