Plow Plowed Landing
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Wrap the sweat
Plow leaping land is mine ...
This is my seven-man's beetle, the house.
The origin of the soil is the flow;
My brother, my father-grandfather's
Ground bloodstream
Here my mother folds seven screens
The house that is built
I live there; That idioms
Revolution revolution
Where hundreds of passengers of the procession
In the murder color
The Revolutionary Signature of the Ganges sticks in the stomach.
The love and affection of the mother
My head is a tall shir.
Who are you to take the vulture?
Plow in my ground?
Show you liver at dawn
Face to face ....
promise! That's the owner of the human soul
I am in your neck
I will repay the debt of my forefathers.
promise!
If my plow is grounded in the ground
The feather of vultures also rose
The wounds of the vulture swirl; I am
I'll repay my mother's womb loan.
This is my texture
This plow is a piece of land mine ....
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