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- kadınlar neden kötü araba kullanır sorunsalı11
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- sözlük yazarlarını evlendirmek12
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- mekke anlaşması7
- sevgilisinin regl gunlerini hesaplayan erkek8
- devalüasyon yakın mı9
- kadınlar kötü araba kullanmaz diyen erkek2
- kotor6
- sözlükte kavga olacak hissi2
- günlük tutan erkek9
- sözlük tipsizlerinin fotoğrafları12
- fenerbahçe de romelu lukaku gelişmesi3
- iki pedal olan bir arabada yanlış pedala basmak2
- düğün dernekle evlenir kimseye duyurmadan boşanır11
- velvet hanım çay içelim mi6
- yavrum diye hitap eden erkek7
- anın görüntüsü10
- kadın kocasının hizmetkarıdır4
- filtreli fotoğraf paylaşan erkek8
- efesle tuborgu karıştırıp içmek8
- israil3
- hurdacılık2
- eğitiyorum ayağına işkence eden sensei4
- ülkücüleri ciddiye almak3
- mesajlara hızlı cevap vermek9
- sözlüğün en tipsiz kız yazarı2
- bir günde 100 bayana merhaba demek3
- ümmetçilerin azerbaycan düşmanlığı2
- ortega sedat3
- burunla blok flüt çalabilmek6
- 07 08 2026 mekke ortak savunma anlaşması13
- kadın yazar çekme başlıkları6
- arkadaşlar lütfen bilgi içerikli entry girelim5
- cedicader'i gsli yapıyoruz kampanyası2
- üniversiteye kızlar cinsellik yaşamak için gidiyor10
- cersei lannister'in dincileri patlatması3
- sezgin tanrıkulu2
- sözlüğü anı defteri gibi kullanmak6
- artı oy veren kişinin erkek yazar olması3
- geldimgittim5
- gençler iş beğenmiyor diyen genç patron5
- mohamed salah ghaly14
- trafikte hanımının yanında artistlik yapsalar6
- sevgilim popomun arasından kredi kartı çekti3
- dar kot pantolon ile uyumak3
- sözlük yazarlarından aforizmalar3
Augie March'ın Moo, You Bloody Choir albümünden bir parçadır. alkole gerek kalmadan, beynin işlevlerini yok eder bırakır.
sözleri ;
There's a place I've been told, and when I grow old I may go there,
I've been told that my family's bones may lie under the snow there,
And with my little bag, and with my little dog,
Who sleeps on my chest when he can't find a hole in a log,
And when I go, my dog will know to leave his old fellow and find a new pillow, far from the chill of the cold acre.
Now there's a Hillydale here and a Lilydale there where there's joy in the living, in voices that ring in the air
I'd stay there but sooner or later I'd have to go, where I don't know,
but when a dog knows it's on him he doesn't ask why he just goes,
And when I go my bones will know, to pick up and follow the wagon that rolls on the cold acre...
My heart is a cold acre, in my chest is a cold acre,
I don't grow any good anymore though I've seeded my soul with
all kinds of love, that it aches so...
Though I wake from them mouthing they leave me not able to talk,
These dreams are not nightmares but realms I've been choosing to walk,
With my little bag, and with my little dog,
Who rests on my stomach and barks at the oncoming fog,
O but when I go, with my lot in tow,
Like a vampire carry my piece of the earth to the place of my death from the plots of my birth...
My heart is a cold acre, in my chest is a cold acre,
I know any good anymore from the bad except there's one that you have and one that you had,
O grow, grow, grow, grow, grow,
And plant me in the only place I know,
That's the Cold Acre.
--spoiler--
My heart is a cold acre
--spoiler--
not: var mı lan ötesi?!
sözleri ;
There's a place I've been told, and when I grow old I may go there,
I've been told that my family's bones may lie under the snow there,
And with my little bag, and with my little dog,
Who sleeps on my chest when he can't find a hole in a log,
And when I go, my dog will know to leave his old fellow and find a new pillow, far from the chill of the cold acre.
Now there's a Hillydale here and a Lilydale there where there's joy in the living, in voices that ring in the air
I'd stay there but sooner or later I'd have to go, where I don't know,
but when a dog knows it's on him he doesn't ask why he just goes,
And when I go my bones will know, to pick up and follow the wagon that rolls on the cold acre...
My heart is a cold acre, in my chest is a cold acre,
I don't grow any good anymore though I've seeded my soul with
all kinds of love, that it aches so...
Though I wake from them mouthing they leave me not able to talk,
These dreams are not nightmares but realms I've been choosing to walk,
With my little bag, and with my little dog,
Who rests on my stomach and barks at the oncoming fog,
O but when I go, with my lot in tow,
Like a vampire carry my piece of the earth to the place of my death from the plots of my birth...
My heart is a cold acre, in my chest is a cold acre,
I know any good anymore from the bad except there's one that you have and one that you had,
O grow, grow, grow, grow, grow,
And plant me in the only place I know,
That's the Cold Acre.
--spoiler--
My heart is a cold acre
--spoiler--
not: var mı lan ötesi?!
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