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Candle of the World

It is the slaughterhouse of love for both of us My soul is tired of this story The caravan of a loyal friend is easy Keep me, my family, my life, keep me But if my way is easy Follow your path, I know my mirror Shadowed, I ask for a hand from Saba It's hard for me to deal with this story I'm thirsty if it's convenient Thank you, my friend, you are my acquaintance Sometimes it was the side of the arrow He asked for the old man's hand May my heart reach your feet The eyes of my heart are filled with that arrow Or hear another word from that opponent I hear from you that it will be over Shadow and light, you are the world-enhancing candle Let the story be happy next time We are all in our circle, you are from Saba Do not destroy the candle of the world, the one who made the world

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