Amidst tall trees that speak the language of the breeze is an unforgivable anomaly. Oh my! What a costly mistake it is to retract your steps from searching for happiness. For love. I hope you never. I hope I never. I really do.
Abu A'ish Mk Albani
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Abu Aeesh (
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the breeze in the trees whispers
the sound of country miles.
It does, doesn't it?
yes.
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