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Religion or Love?

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I had love. Now I have memories, few photos and songs about him.

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Pure love

Sorry mother, sorry,
For your tears that fall
Because of my youthful love.
I forgot who my God was,
But he gave me love, he gave me rose.
He was not just in my head,
He was in the soul, he was awake.
I suffer mutter, I have no more power.
I still dream his eyes,
I dream of warm summer nights.
I was guided by the fact that I lived a life of only one.
My soul is big and the world is small,
Maybe in another world it won't be Ali called.

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