Take yourself out of me, go and do not return
I have become fed up with the dwelling of the pillars of my shadow
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You will never be in my life
I brought you out of me with my tears
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I closed the doors of my heart with a lock
So that you will not come back from me and go away
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I will not open his door to his death again
And if I close it, I will find you without a legislator
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Merkat Al-Mahaba was rinsed by Alex Alkma
And the day from him to kill you;
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The taste of bitterness of abandonment by distance from me
I will not be overly optimistic
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Take yourself, walk, follow your path
Be fast-paced with accelerated time
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Take your stones and leave no residue
Take presents; rest and do not return
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Emancipation of memories, wishful thinking and invited
But do not even listen to my visit to my stomach...