Hay you



Hay you

be kind after the death and absence

The eyes of light never get dark

The branch goes the same as the tree Grows

The wind of perfume in the heart is a sign

I threw my hands in the palm of the flames

Cutting off my doubts about peace

my sweetheart

calculates that heart is melted

The spirit in his hand is poisoned

Meets the truth of helping lovers

And that time goes by

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