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Top Top Cuban, may God be pleased with them. Pray for the cup.
Do not challenge, my eyes. It is the Iraqi custom. A young man,
your scarf and a keffiyeh.
Your name is adorned in my heart and you are the most beautiful girl. Job Job
Jobiya. May God be pleased with Iraqis. They are the origin of the shop. Do not
challenge me.
saw him grinding, grinding,
oh Rabid. His eyes are on his cabinet, there are silver chains,
and he left the western bank to send you my dear regards
My dear, I gave my life away. He left me with Dalali. A
cup of a coupe. May the Lord of Iraq be pleased. They are the origin of the Cuban.
Do not challenge me, my dear.
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Ali is pleased with the Lord of
the collector. I swear to God, when you hear it, you shine, my eyes. You are in a
game of showbiz. Your eyes are inclined. When you are
joulaqiyah, your bear and his dance. Syria, job, job, job,
please God, Iraqi, they are the origin of the shop, do not challenge me
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For all people, you felt me when they saw me. I asked for
my eyes.
The gift I give them is brown. He
killed me. He killed me with black eyes. His eyes are burning with
fire. Don’t deprive me. Look, Job, Job, Job, may
God be pleased with an Iraqi woman. They are the origin of the shop. Do not challenge me,
eyes h
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