Mar 2021
I suddenly turned back
When I smelt
The scent of your perfume
My bad luck
It was a jasmin tree
Has your soul dwelled that tree?
We lost our way
But your perfume has made my day.
When I smelt
The scent of your perfume
My bad luck
It was a jasmin tree
Has your soul dwelled that tree?
We lost our way
But your perfume has made my day.
(M/Tunisia)
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