To be the hope of pale faces,
To take the pain of the dead hearts,
Letting the water flow of exhausted bodies,
To those who say that it is God's order, I am human.
Finding the cure of the incurable wound,
To be the folds of your cracked lips,
To be the stars of bottomless worlds,
To those who say that it is God's order, I am human.
Kayıt Tarihi : 4.4.2023 10:09:00
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