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Oh,
my dear, don't cut it like that
No one can take it from me
Oh, my dear, don't cut it like that
The plants of love have dried up
When I left Siksar,
the ground was empty
When I left Siksar,
the ground was empty
I heard that you are a heroine of your youth
I heard that you are a heroine of your youth
When I left Siksar,
the ground was empty
