If the mother had been fired from a stealth ❤
I had laughed,
He was the father. . .
❤ When I was sleeping
Then someone secretly
Hands on head
Was gone,
He was the father. . .
❤ When I woke up this morning
So a lot
Too tired
Work was going on,
He was the father. . .
❤ yourself in sun
Staying there
I AC In
Sula was
He was the father. . .
❤ were my dreams
But to fulfill them
No way
Btaae was going
He was the father. . .
❤ I just
I am happy laugh,
My laughter
Seeing someone
Your gum Bhulaae
was going ,
He was the father. . .
❤ fruit
So much was he,
No I
Apple was being fed,
He was the father. . .
So I should be happy ❤
He met me,
At my birth
No joy
Was being celebrated,
He was the father. . .
❤ the world with money
Moving on
Pay only for me
Was being made,
He was the father. . .
At home all my love ❤
Show on
Even without Dikhaae
Was going to be so much love,
He was the father. . .
❤ my fruit trees
Can not eat so
We offer ...
On his stomach
By emptying the
My stomach was full,
He was the father. . .
❤ I job
Once out of the house
Was unhappy on
Me more
No tear
Was being shed,
He was the father. . .
❤ my "son"
Could not create a meaningful word
Or not .. I do not know ...
No selfishness on his "father" was being made meaningful word,
He was the father. . .
I had laughed,
He was the father. . .
❤ When I was sleeping
Then someone secretly
Hands on head
Was gone,
He was the father. . .
❤ When I woke up this morning
So a lot
Too tired
Work was going on,
He was the father. . .
❤ yourself in sun
Staying there
I AC In
Sula was
He was the father. . .
❤ were my dreams
But to fulfill them
No way
Btaae was going
He was the father. . .
❤ I just
I am happy laugh,
My laughter
Seeing someone
Your gum Bhulaae
was going ,
He was the father. . .
❤ fruit
So much was he,
No I
Apple was being fed,
He was the father. . .
So I should be happy ❤
He met me,
At my birth
No joy
Was being celebrated,
He was the father. . .
❤ the world with money
Moving on
Pay only for me
Was being made,
He was the father. . .
At home all my love ❤
Show on
Even without Dikhaae
Was going to be so much love,
He was the father. . .
❤ my fruit trees
Can not eat so
We offer ...
On his stomach
By emptying the
My stomach was full,
He was the father. . .
❤ I job
Once out of the house
Was unhappy on
Me more
No tear
Was being shed,
He was the father. . .
❤ my "son"
Could not create a meaningful word
Or not .. I do not know ...
No selfishness on his "father" was being made meaningful word,
He was the father. . .

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