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Music
I’m
à grieving, sad nightingale far from à flower
of grace.
Music
I’m
à grieving, sad nightingale far from à flower
of grace,
I
would always twitter, but I’m dumb for your
lovely face. (2)
Music
I
tried to be patient and not to grieve being
far from thee.
Music
I
tried to be patient and not to grieve being
far from thee,
But
I would not know to be far from thee is hardship
for me. (2)
Oh,
aman*... aman... aman... aman!....
But
I would not know to be far from thee is hardship
for me. (2)
Come
yar,* come yar, come yar! ..
Music
I
lost my sense by being far from thy beauty
and lovely face.
Music
I
lost my sense by being far from thy beauty
and lovely face.
I
have become ruined being far from thy triumphant
grace. (2)
Music
My
life was destroyed for being far from thy
hair and mole,
The
desert became my home for being far from that
wild deer. (2)
Oh,
aman... aman... aman... aman!
Music
The
desert became my home for being far from that
wild deer.
Oh
come yar, oh, come óàã, oh, come yar!
Music
She
covers her fàñå and sobs.
Asya
enters and comes èð to Gulchohra
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