In all nations the lover givesHe didn't wait a reward every one wants He must give his soul to who lovesEven every thing is bad but who loves must be happy Is the most desire that he tries dailyThe roses smile when their lovers smile also The weather is happy and sadness goes fasterDon't hate your self and help other Give your hand to who needs you soonerDon't let the poor sufferingThe life is happy when the peace is covering
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