9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Does it hurt at this hour?
The act or state of being hungry.
To be the subject of hunger.
The work of hunger...
Which is painful.
Touching, sad, depressing.
Thin on the inside, mixed with groans,
There was a piteous hum.
He is mournful, mournful.
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