I enjoy bad prayers, prayers
I enjoy people's attitudes
It feels good to meet your requirements
I enjoy life according to your requirements
Now there is no pain from turning off the lights
Now I enjoy the bad air
I keep hearing false claims in my head
And I enjoy the claims of solitude
Now even the enemy does not get angry
I enjoy his healed wounds
Let's live all our lives
We will write the story with light-on floating
We expect relief from grief from ourselves
I don't have any hope from anyone
People asked the question of existence now
We will give the answer to them, but we will be honest
If you want to come, come to us
We have taken Anna from this Loni river
This dust will be found in the dust of the body
We will live and die here with poetry
I have lived in this longing till today
One day we will meet with our happiness.

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