You attract me among things



You attract me among things
Thrown in my heart rain
You turned me and I was silent
Fuzzy in my nostrils
Pour the cup and set the water
To revive the star and the wheat
It sends me from the rubble
A flourishing field song
In which the pilot sings
A song of morning has been broken
And restore the torrent
Tells the soul and the flower
And the dancing of a maiden from a tirab
She prays from those who guide her
Her charms are filled with joy
He pulls her in the field of flowers
With the night whisper with his charm
Self-sacrifice and destiny

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