How life walks \ aiad al khayat

 How life walks

I was
A faithful dog
What I was a Witch
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my identification
More precious than ever
More expensive than a place end
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I have no house
No cigarettes and no heels
I do not have a golden prison
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No wine and no gambling
How life walks
Do not dance and no sing
.
How to bow to beliefs
No representation and no hair
How do I die boring?
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My shadow disappeared
He disappeared flirtatiously
When she spoke her palm
In the rubble

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