After 225 days under the grass, you must know more than me.
It's been a while since you've sucked your blood, you're now a dry stick in a basket.
do these things happen like that?
There are still shadows of love clocks in this room.
When you left and left, you took almost everything and left.
At night I kneel before the tigers who do not put me to be me.
it will never be you again.
The tigers found me but I don't care anymore.
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For Jane (For Jane - In Turkish)
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