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Mar 2019
I'm here,under your window,
Looking to it for an hour.
It's begin to rain slowly,
I can feel cold of the wind.
I don't know why i'm here,
Maybe cause of i'm in love.
Or i'm just crazy a little.
But nothing can stop me,
Waiting here all night long,
Even cold of that wind.
Rəhman JA
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Rəhman JA  19/M/Azerbaijan
(19/M/Azerbaijan)   
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