hajird:

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البسمة لا تأتي مع الترفِ وكثرةْ النعيِم،

هي صدقاً في القلوب المؤمِنة فقط !

but there were other things that lived in the woods,
evil things, like stags and wolves
they could hear them howling in the night

Oh, You can hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From were you’re standing on your own
It’s so quiet here and I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home