Every friend who talked of love, became a foe.
Every eagle shifted its shape to a crow.
They say the night is pregnant, and I say,
Who is the father? And how do you know?
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هر دوست که دم زد ز وفا دشمن شد
هر پاکروی که بود تردامـن شد
گویند شب آبستن و این است عجب
کاو مرد ندید از چه آبستـن شد
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lavanda
pian
zmeura
piele
in
tigru
soim
brate
napoleon
ecaterina
bourbon
crestin-islamica
munte
poseidon
GEA
indonezia
londra
paris
alger
spirala
zmeura
trandafir
araba
inel
rubin
ametist
da vinci
saint-saens
vointa
frumos
avion
jazz
queen
louie
dinah
billie
traire
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un artist al lumii trecatoare-Kazuo Ishiguro
seneca
tenis
matei
passo doble
liber
trefla
vara
est
inelar
frumusetea
http://www.last.fm/music/Chris+Botti