02-01-2009, 01:10 AM
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رد: عد الى خمسة وأصفق البيضة في راس الي تبيه
الله ايش الحظ الحلوو
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In a time where the sun descends alone
I ran a long long way from home
To find a heart that is made of stone..
Fading like a rose
Fading like a rose
Fading like a rose
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