My village
Longing there Cliffs beautifully painted foliage,
spread the roots of peace in the midst of the dance of the hands of the shepherd's hands
Who plays and chases on top of the base bundle, full of love
Birds fly away ....
Tell him his beloved love
The mellowly distinguished longs
I will come soon;
Accompany rain of street memory
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