Prevents the head dervish. Let the breath of the last release. Then take the one nearest the well. Take the steep attire.
Wash the courtyard. In the morning begin with. Shams Sille still did not last breath on the stone and removes his head slightly to the sky: "God what a beautiful beloved. I love you Lord. And it would hurt my gift. "Rumi goes inside, his hand trembling handkerchief opens cocci. In a note written on paper from san: "I swear I wish that my death before his eyes. View it for love
I meant to die. "Mevlana was born after I fell and bayılmıştır.Geceden a tear into the heavens and the deserts of hearts. And the Dust Bowl Çoraklaşmış hearts; Open sadrınızı! Tears of love, cool, cool, torrential downpour, dripping on us; see the sky is falling .. How the love
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