angel

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36605072011-04-21T13:06:55.282-07:00angelI've always wanted to write somewhere , and now i've just found that placeanglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08048117719759353937noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660507.post-1163267456665130702006-11-11T09:49:00.000-08:002006-11-11T09:50:56.683-08:00

shayad behtar bashe adam jaee benevise be vos'ate tanhaeesh... jaee ke midoone kasi nemikhone neveshtehasho!

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cheghad ajib!

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hame chio dir shoru kardam ,dir mifahmam, dir peida mikonam, ya asan nemifahmam o peida ham nemikonam!. dir miraghsam, chera un avvala hamechie man zud bud? jish goftanam, rah raftanam, harf zadam, unja tond raftam, inja kam avordam! khodaya, 6 sal ro , hadde aghal 6 sale akhir ro nafahmidam! najur zendegi kardam! 6 sal eshtebah kardam! alan hich rahi barate jobranesh nist..... man bozorg shodam

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salam bar to ke behtarini... 11 e abane mozakhrafi bud...

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salam... mikham khub she, mikham khub she, hichi dig nemikham, hazeram torchidedokhtary bemiram, vali un khub she...hazeram harchi beshe bar man, vali un khub she..., hazeram, komakesh kon, komakam kon, komakam kon.. nejatam bede, komakam kon khubesh konam, khodayaaaaaaaaa, mishnavi?! nemikham geryasho bebinam baz, nemikham mariz bashe, nemikham natune kary ro anjam bede... khodayaaaaa.... gush

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salam bar to ke behtarini... nemidunam chera ani goft ke in az khod moteshakker budane.... alireza be donbale ye jarr o bahse tekrary o ahmaghane o jaleb goft ke dige nemikhad az man SMS ya zangidashte bashe, n akheili beghabliash javab midad! kave dige mahallam nemizare.... sami ham ke nobare rahat hamechio mige rahat nistam bahash dige, delam vase alireza tang nashode, az baad az un axa ke

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salam... khaste shodam az shekayat... kashki mishod ba khatte khodam benevisam, ya hadde aghal be zabune khodam benevisam mohem nist... fasele chize khubie beine man o un, gamunam harim shekaste shode ben mano sami ke ghalaty kardimo ashnaii dadim, ya beine mano alireza, dige raje be har chi bekhan o bekhan harf mizanan !madar az sahand khoshesh nemiad, vagar na... madar az ali ham khoshesh

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in o taze peida kardam, dir peida kardam, vali mohem nist... khosham miad azash...

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salam, yadete goftam la aghal man khosh-heikal-taram zarfe moddate kutahi un kheili behtar shod va man hey chagh o chaghtar shodam... yadete? yadete har chi goftam ke shokr man nesbat be un injuri taram ... velesh kon! hoseleye gele nadaram, asan jaye gele ham nadare....alan midunam un Ban e divune ba inke bipolare va ba inke kheili chaghe hame bishtar dusesh daran! nemidunam chie ghazie! halam

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zire barun to mano bebus, mikham asheghe barun basham, tuye sarmna baghalam kon,mikham asheghe sarmaye zemestun basham.... tuye garma jing e aftab , begu ke dusam dary, man mikham asheghe garmaye tabestun basham... harkoja delam begire man mikham yade to basham, khoda un ruzo nayare ke ye ruz az to joda sham,... che khube ba to hamishe budan o pir shodan be havaye ruze ashty gahi delgir shodan

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God DOES exist A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists." "Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the

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babayee salam, delam barat tang shode, ye mazerat khahi e bozorg behet bedehkaram akhe.... kashki zudi bebinamet ke azat mazerat bekham... yadete ye zamani mineveshty ke hamishe montazery?! inruza kheli yadet mioftam nemidunam chera.... mazerat mikham...

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salam, pedaam dar umad, naud hodam, khodam khodamo nabud kardam...a zkoja shoru shod? az kaveh shoru shod, az unruzi ke uma ketabkhun be khater man... a zun ruzi ke behesh goftam ke kiam... az unmoghe ke alireza fahmid man kiam...az unmoghe shoru shod, khub pish miraft, khub pish miraft ke poshte dastamo dagh nakardam, na vaghty fahmidam, dagh kardam?!!!! arasho begu... vaaaayyyy.amir ali ba

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Nobody's Perfect Cool I am When I am with you Cool I'm not When I am lonely I feel so sad What I did wasn't right I feel so bad And I must say to you Sorry, but Nobody's perfect Nobody's perfect What did you expect I'm doing my best I feel so sad But you know I'll be true I feel so bad And I must say to you Sorry, but Nobody's perfect Nobody's perfect I was dishonest I will do my best

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GIVE INTO ME She Always Takes It With A Heart Of Stone 'Cause All She Does Is Throw It Back To Me I've Spend A Lifetime Looking For Someone Don't Try To Understand Me Just Simply Do The Things I Say Love Is A Feeling Give It When I Want It 'Cause I'm On Fire Quench My Desire Give It When I Want It Talk To Me Woman Give In To Me Give In To Me You Always Knew Just How To Make Me Cry And Never

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salam, ye alame chiz mikhastam benevisam... alan hichi nemiad.moshkel ziad daram.... bahman e 77, esfande 77, farvardine 78, ordibeheshte78, khordade78, tir e 78, mordade 78, shahrivare78, mehraban azar dey bahman esfand farvardin, ordibehesht, khordad, tir, mordad, shahrivar, mehr aban azar, bahman e 77, esfande 77, farvardine 78, ordibeheshte78, khordade78, tir e 78, mordade 78, shahrivare78,

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salam, tamum shod belakhare, dobare! kei?! dorost vaghty arasham asan nist o amir ali ham asan nist! ba alireza ham tamum shod bazam, hich kas mano dust nadare, alireza mige har ki azam khoshesh miad ya az endam khoshesh miad ya az breastam, albate english nagoft! ya kheili romantic bashe az ghiafam! hichki mano dust nadare! kashki hadde ghal ofuni ro pas konam, hoseleye dobare emtehan dadan

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GOD ANSWER PRAYERS IN 3 WAYS: HE SAY YES & GIVES YOU WHAT YOU WANT. HE SAY NO & GIVES YOU BETTER. HE SAY WAIT & GIVES YOU BEST FOR EVER.

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I don't mind this empty room, and I like it when I'm alone, I'm trying not to think about you, I'm not waiting by the telephone, I'm watching a late-night movie,where the lovers say goodbye, and it's really getting to me, and tears are in my eyes, But I'm notcrying, I'm not crying, I'm not crying over you, I'm over you; I go out with all of my friends, and I'm really ever at home, you know

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salam! jom'e bood , jom'eye pish ke be alireza gir dadam, hey SMS o hey zang... akharesh ye javabi dad ke dargire o badan... mikhastam bedoonam chera, mikhastam bedoonam, hezar ta fekr be saram zad ke tanha chizi ke bishtar az hame rang dasht baradaresh bood, hes kardam khodesho koshte, vali in nabood, ghazie man boodam, ke hoselao nadasht, dige nemitunest bejaye ye bachemosbat film bazi

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salam, khubi?! zohoore dobareye kaveh o amir ali dorost mogheii ke oon alirza rafte! ba inke hichkodoomeshoon na pas mizanan na pish mikeshan... akheeey oon noori joonam ham ke dele mano hesabi borde! oon farhade ahmagh ba oon porseshnameye ahmaghanash.... alireza ke goft hoseleye mano nadare... oon residente ke moarrefy karde boodan ke goftam NA o madar kolli goft ke az kafam rafte o fekre o

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BOHT: migozaram az mian e rahgozaraan, maat minegaram dar negaah e rahgozaraan, koor inhame andooh dar vojoodam o man laal inhame ghoghaast dar kenaaram o man door! digar dar ghalb e man , na eshgh, na ehsas digar , dar jaan e man , na shoor, na faryad, dashtam , ammaa dar oo na naaleye majnoon! kooham ammaa dar oo na tisheye farhaad! hich na angizeii, ke hicham, poocham! hich na andisheii

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hastam.... vali khastam!... salam.... khoobi?! ye zarbolmasale bi adabi hast mige ooni ke be ma... folani e ... bood?! yadete?! bikhial.... alan oza chetore?! badi nist! hanooz alireza na"hast" na "nist" vali avazi har vaght bekhad mane ahmagh hastam basash... mibini?! bande be in khengi nnayafaride boodi? afaride boodi?! tazasham bande be in bedard bokhorui nayafaride boodi, hame ro az

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shabaamoon aayeye bidaary shodan roozaamoon saaket o tekraary shodan... hame dar-haa roo be divaar vaa mishe lahze-haa lahzeye bizaary shodan... negaa kon az oon baalaa baa to hastam ey khodaa... baa to hastam ey khodaaaaaaa cheraa baa ham yeki nistan aadamaa? cheraa divaare bolande bein e maa? cheraa, cheraa?!.... cheraa , cheeeraaaaaa? havaa masmoom e o maatam miaare aasemoon dige jaaii

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salam! khoobi?! kheili vaghte naboodam, na? X-sher haye marboot be pesar jama'at va behnazjoon jama'at ke tamoomi nadare! paziroftane vagheiiat sakhte, ini ke chand nafar ro betooni doost bedary va inke chand nafar ba ham sra o kallashoon peida she o man hich ghalaty natoonam bokonam! va inke be kasi gir bedam ke mamane khoshesh nemiad! sami ham dare miad iran!mibini?! gol mikkary hamash! ye

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salam! khake alam too saram ba in doostham... shabname khar ke har jack javadi ro moarefy mikard hala ba oon mamanie miran paiin o yechi ham nemige... taze oon roozi migoft khar ham baraye man ziade!!!!! bere gomshe, olagh! cheghad khaste misham gahi az daste in doostham! khake alam too saram ba in doostam, dige hoseleye behnaz o pesar baziasho nadaram... dige hoseleye be estelah fadakariasho

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salam, badam!...raftim khooneye oon goolle energy e manfy! too fekreshoon midoonam chi migzare, dahanam be fohsh nemire vagar na in 2 ta tooleha fohsh khoreshoon malase!mohem nist. delam tange, cheghad in pesara khodkhahan, na?!oon Alireza ke hey gir mide!... oonyeki ham az vaghtty goftam na, dige sar o kallash peida nemishe, hastan ta zamani ke bekhan basham! bikhial... rasty oon rooze akhary

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If you love somebody, set them free If you need somebody, call my name If you want someone, you can do the same If you want to keep something precious You got to lock it up and throw away the key If you want to hold onto your possession Don't even think about me If you love somebody, set them free If it's a mirror you want, just look into my eyes Or a whipping boy, someone to despise

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mouj hich midani , chera , chon mouj, dar goriz az khishtan , peivaste mikaham? zaan ke bar in pardeye tarik, in khaamooshie nazdik, aanche mikhaham nemibinam, vaache mibinam nemikhaham. -mim . sereshk

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salam, bazam farda ke mishe, delam migire,vase bimarestan delam tang mihe, taze bayad ino tahmmol konam ke sami NHL dasht mese yek alame az oonaii zire dastemoon oomadan o oomadan pishe to, ke albate sami mige ke khoob shode... taze ino bayad tahammol konam ke 1 mah Noory vaght dasht o ettefaghi nayoftad, mese mordad o... taze 2 mahe dige oon behnaze khar o bayad tahammol konam! yadesh bekheir!

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They dance alone Why are these women here dancing on their own? Why is there this sadness in their eyes? Why are the soldiers here Their faces fixed like stone? I can't see what it is they despise They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're

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salam, didi chi shod? dishab aroosi boodam, ba dadashe o ahle kooche, kolli raghsidam, ye jaii in dadashe aroos mano endakht too hachal, mano endakht vasat ba ye ahange spanish... ba oon dokhtare, mikhastam kalleye afshino az ja bekkanam, in dadashe mige ke kheili eftezah be bar avodam, paham dasht az ja dar mioomad... akharash dige roo pa band naboodam, akhmi karde booda, ke nagoo o npors, ba

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take the time too often we realize what we have until it is gone too often we wait too late to say: "I'm sorry, I was wrong." sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts and we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart. far too many times we let unimportant into our minds and then it's usually too late to see what made us blind. so be sure that you let people know

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salam... tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii e khoone be to fekr mikonam man, tooye tanhaii

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salam...ghadde khar doroogh goftam ta betoonam nashinam oonja mese boz mariz moarefy konam, bebakhshid, mazerat mikham, inhame chiz man mikham to chera behem nemidi... bia o ye lotfy dar haghe man bokon,bia o 2 kaloom harf e hesab ba man bezan, begoo chikar konam, chejoori dars bekhoonam, chejoori basham, badesham mano bozorg nakon, doost nemidaram pir sham, doost nemidaram bozorg sham...

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salam, khoobi?! joonam bala oomad ta connect sham, pasfarda baz aroosie ... manam hanooz chagham, ghadde ye kher, alirezayekhar emrooz goft ke laghar shodm, hoselasho nadaram, kashki... bikhial... khastam, farda mariz bayad moarefy konam! badam miad az inkar! hey gir bdan be adam, yadesh bekheir oon rooza ke yeki mariz bishtar nadashtim, ya asan nadashtam,,, farda 4 ta takhtam poran! bikhial

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salam, khoobi?! dishab aroosi boodam, hal nadaram raje behesh harf bezanam, alanam daram miram showye raghs male gorohe shiva ina, alireza zang zad,dashtan ba 3 ta dokhtar moamele mikardan,be man zang zade bood chon ehtiaj dasht ke be kasi zang bezane, kashki hadde aghal mese rana boodam, ye kam hal bede o ina! na baba, age ham boodam... khob,doost nadaram ba 20 nafar hast... doost nadaram ...

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tasmim gereftam injoori benevisam , laaghal hameye harfa ro mishe nevesht! salam, khoobi? ooon bala hava khoobe?khoob daste ma ro goxashty too hana ha!noory ro didamemrooz, vay delam barash ghash mire gahi:D oon nimaye ahmagh e maskhare ham ke taklifesh maloom nist, ye rooz yejoori negah mikone engary ke dare be ye tikke ashghal negah mikon, ye roozam oonghad dor mizane bebine mashinam chie,

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Ïáã ÈÛá ãیÎæÇÏ یå ÈÛá ?Ñã...Çæå ÓáÇã یÇÏã ÑÝÊ! ÓáÇã... ÎæÈی¿ ÏÑæÒ ˜áی ÇÒ ÏÓÊÊ ÚÕÈÈÇäی ÈæÏãÇ... یÇÏÊå¿! ?ÝÊã یå ãÏÊی ÈÇåÇã ÍÑÝ äÒäی... یÇÏÊå¿ ÂÊÔ ÈÓ... ÂÎå ÎæÈ ?Çåی ÇÒ Çیä˜å ÚÑæÓ˜ Îیãå ÔÈ ÈÇیÈÇÔã ÎÓÊå ãیÔãÁ ÍÞ ÈÏå... äãیÏæäã æÇááå Çیä Ïá ÏÑæÇÒå ÕÝÊ ãÇ ?òÔ ãیÔå!Çیä ÑæÒÇ ?یÑå äæÑیå! æÇÇÇی ˜å ÏáãÈÇÓÔ Þáی æیáی ãیå ãË È?å åÇ ˜å ÈÇÓå ÈÓÊäی ÏáÔæä ãیÑå! ˜Çæå ˜å ÇÒ Ïá ÈÑÝÊå ÝÚáÇÁ?ãæäã ?æä ÇÒ ÏیÏå ÈÑÝÊå...

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Ô˜ÇیÊ... ˜ÇÔ˜ی ãیÊæäÓÊã ÇÒÔæä ?یÔÊ Ô˜ÇیÊ ˜äã.˜ÇÔ˜Ô ÎÑã ?یÔÊ ãیÑÝÊÇæäæÞÊ ÇÒ ÇیäÇ Ô˜ÇیÊ ãی˜Ñã: ÇÒ ˜Çæå Èå ÎÇØÑ Ïáی ˜å ÈÑÏ ÈÏæä Çیä˜å Ïáی ÈÏå! ÇÒ ?æیÇä Èå ÎÇØÑ æÞÊ æ ÇÚÕÇÈی ˜å ÈÑÏ .ÇÒ ÑÖÇ Èå ÎÇØÑ Çیä˜å ÎÑ ÈæÏ æ ÇÒ ÇãیÑÚáی Èå ÎÇØÑ Çیä˜å äãیÏæäÓÊ ãä ?å Ïáی ãیÊæäÓÊã ÈÈÇÒã ÈåÔ. ÇÒ ÝÑÒÇÏ Èå ÎÇØÑäãی Ïæäã ?ی æ ÇÒ ÚáیÑÖÇ Èå ÎÇØÑ Çیä˜å ãË ãä äیÓÊ . ÇÒ... äå ÇÒ åی?˜ی Ô˜ÇیÊ äãی˜äã. ÊÞÕیÑ åی? ˜Ó äیÓÊ...یÇ یÇÈÏ

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ÏæÓÊ ãی ÏÇÑã!

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ÍÇáã ÎÑÇÈå äÇÒäیä

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Hollywood by MADONNA Everybody comes to Hollywood They wanna make it in the neighborhood They like the smell of it in Hollywood How could it hurt you when it looks so good Shine your light now This time it's gotta be good You get it right now 'Cause you're in Hollywood There's something in the air in Hollywood The sun is shining like you knew it would You're ridin' in your car in Hollywood

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Ain't It Funny It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be But there are facts in our lives We can never change Just tell me that you understand and feel the same This perfect romance that I've created in my mind I'd live a thousand lives Each one with you right by my side But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect

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Men put greater faith in those things which they DO NOT understand! - Seneca

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Fortune comes to meet us , not less often than we go to meet her! -Seneca

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AMERICAN LIFE Do I have to change my name? Will it get me far? Should I lose some weight? Am I gonna be a star? I tried to be a boy I tried to be a girl I tried to be a mess I tried to be the best I guess I did it wrong That's why I wrote this song This type of modern life Is it for me? This type of modern life Is it for free? So I went into a bar Looking for sympathy A little company I tried

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"Family Portrait" Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said You fight about money, bout me and my brother And this I come home to, this is my shelter It ain't easy growin up in World War III Never knowin

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�å Èی ÕÝÇ ãیÔå ÇیäÌÇ �Çåی. Çیä ÑæÒÇ ˜å Ïی�å ÇÛáÈ Èی ÕÝÇÓÊ! ÍÇáÇ ÈÈیäیã ÈÚÏÇ �ی ãیÔå!

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Ø§Ø² Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¢Ø²Ù…ÙˆÙ† Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ø¬Ø§Ù„Ø¨ Ø·Ø§Ù„Ø¹ Ø¨ÙŠÙ†ÙŠÙ‡! Ø¨Ù‡ Ø§Ù…ØªØØ§Ù†Ø´ Ù…ÙŠ Ø§Ø±Ø²Ù‡!

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Ø¢Ø¯Ù… Ù‡ÙŠÚ† ÙˆÙ‚Øª Ø²Ù†Ø¯Ú¯ÙŠ Ø±Ø§ Ø¨Ø±Ø§ÙŠ Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ ÙˆØ±Ø´ÙƒØ³ØªÙ‡ØŒ ØÙ‚Ù‡ Ø¨Ø§Ø² ØŒ Ø¯Ø²Ø¯ ÙŠØ§ Ø¯Ø±ÙˆØºÚ¯Ùˆ Ø´ÙˆØ¯ ØŒ Ø´Ø±ÙˆØ¹ Ù†Ù…ÙŠ ÙƒÙ†Ø¯. - Ø±ÙŠÙ…ÙˆÙ†Ø¯ ÙƒØ§Ø±ÙˆØ±

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ÙˆÙ‚ØªÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø®ÙˆØ¨ Ø®Ø³ØªÙ‡ Ø´ÙˆÙŠ ØŒ ØªØµÙ…ÙŠÙ…Øª Ø¹ÙˆØ¶ Ù…ÙŠ Ø´ÙˆØ¯. -Ø§ÙŠØªØ§Ù„Ùˆ ÙƒØ§Ù„ÙˆÙŠÙ†Ùˆ

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Ù…Ú¯Ø± Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ø¨Ú¯Ù…ØŒ Ù‡Ø§ØŸ Ø¹Ø¬Ø¨ Ø±ÙˆØ² Ùˆ Ø±ÙˆØ²Ú¯Ø§Ø±ÙŠÙ‡... Ú†Ù‡ Ù¾Ø§ÙŠÙŠØ² Ùˆ Ú†Ù‡ Ø¨Ù‡Ø§Ø±ÙŠÙ‡...!

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Eyes Like Yours Oh, you know I have seen a sky without sun a man with no nation Saints captive in chains A song with no name for lack of imagination Ya he ya he ya la he And I have seen darker than ebony Ya he ya he ya la he And now it seems that I with out your eyes could never be My one desire All I aspire is in your eyes forever to live Travelled all over the seven oceans There is

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A Chinese went into a bar in Hawaii to have some drinks. At the counter he was amazed to see that he was sitting next to the famous Hollywood director, Steven Spielberg. After a round of beer the Chinese sensed that the famous director was glaring at him. Suddenly in a flash the Chinese crashed down from his stool, felled by a vicious punch from the director. Picking himself up he yelled, "What

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Two travelling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "

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ÙŠÙƒÙŠ Ø¨Ù„Ø¯ Ù†Ø¨ÙˆØ¯ Ø±Ø§Ù‡ Ø¨Ø±Ù‡ØŒ Ù‡Ù…Ù‡ Ù�ÙƒØ± ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù† Ø§ÙŠØ³ØªØ§Ø¯Ú¯ÙŠ ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù‡! -Ø§Ø¨Ø±Ø§Ù‡ÙŠÙ… Ù†Ø¨ÙˆÙŠ

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Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…! Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ Ø¬Ø§Ù„Ø¨Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ ØªÙ†Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ ! Ù†Ù‡ØŸ! ØªÙ†Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ù…Ø·Ù„Ù‚ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù†! Ø§Ùˆ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù† Ùˆ Ø§Ùˆ Ù…ÙˆÙ†Ø¯Ù†ØŒ Ø¨Ø±Ø§ÙŠ Ø¨Ø¹Ø¶ÙŠÙ‡Ø§ Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ØªÙ† Ùˆ Ø¨Ø±Ø§ÙŠ Ø¨Ø¹Ø¶ÙŠÙ‡Ø§ Ù†Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ØªÙ†! Ø¨Ø±Ø§ÙŠ Ù…Ø±Ø¬Ø§Ù† Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ØªÙŠ ØªØ§ ØªØ¹Ù„Ù‚ Ø®Ø§Ø·Ø±ÙŠ Ø¯Ø§Ø´ØªÙ‡ Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ù‡ ØªØ§ ØªØÙ…Ù„ ÙƒÙ†Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ ÙƒØ±Ù…Ø§Ù† Ø¨Ù…ÙˆÙ†Ù‡ ØŒ ÙˆØ§Ø³Ù‡ Ø³Ù…ÙŠÙ‡ Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ØªÙŠ ØªØ§ Ø¨Ø§ Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¯Ø±Ø³Ù‡Ø§Ø´ Ø±Ùˆ

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Ù‡ÙŠ! Ù�Ù„Ø§Ù†ÙŠ Ø²Ù†Ø¯Ú¯ÙŠ Ø´Ø§ÙŠØ¯ Ù‡Ù…ÙŠÙ† Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ø¯. -Ù…Ù‡Ø¯ÙŠ Ø§Ø®ÙˆØ§Ù† Ø«Ø§Ù„Ø«

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.... Ù†Ù…ÙŠ Ø¯ÙˆÙ†Ù… Ø§ØµÙ„Ø§Ù‹ Ú†Ø±Ø§ Ø¨Ø§ÙŠØ¯ ØªÙˆØ¶ÙŠØ Ø¨Ø¯Ù…... ÙˆÙ„ÙŠ Ú†Ù‡ ÙƒÙ†ÙŠÙ… Ø¯ÙŠÚ¯Ù‡... Ú¯Ù�ØªÙŠÙ… Ø´Ø§ÙŠØ¯ ÙŠÙƒÙŠ Ù†Ú¯Ø±Ø§Ù† Ø´Ù‡! Ù…Ù† Ø§Ø² Ù‡Ù…Ù‡ ÙŠ Ø§ÙˆÙ†Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ†Ø¬Ø§ Ù…ÙŠØ§Ù† Ù…Ø¹Ø°Ø±Øª Ù…ÙŠØ®ÙˆØ§Ù….. Ù…Ø¯ØªØªÙŠÙ‡ ÙƒÙ‡ ÙˆØ¨Ù„Ø§Ú¯ Ù†Ù…ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆÙ†Ù….. Ø¯Ù„ Ùˆ Ø¯Ù…Ø§ØºØ´Ùˆ Ù†Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù…... Ø¨Ù‡ Ù‡Ø± ØØ§Ù„ Ù…Ø¹Ø°Ø±Øª Ù…ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆØ§Ù…... Ø´Ø§ÙŠØ¯ ØªØ§ ÙŠÙ‡ Ù…Ø¯ØªÙŠ Ù†ØªÙˆÙ†Ù…

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A woman is just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rings. Her husband, heading to the shower himself,asks her see who's at the door, so she wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands her next-doorneighbor, Rob. Before she can say a word, Rob says, "I'll give you $500 dollars to drop that towel that you have on." After thinking for a moment,

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ÙŠÙƒ Ù‡Ù�ØªÙ‡ Ø¨ÙŠØ´ØªØ±Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ ØªÙ†Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù… Ø¨Ø§Ø± Ù…ÙŠÙƒØ´Ù…ØŒ Ù‡Ø± ÙˆÙ‚Øª Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ØªÙ… Ø¨Ù‡ Ù…Ø§Ø¯Ø± Ø¨Ú¯Ù… ÙŠÙ‡ Ú†ÙŠØ²Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ú¯Ù�Øª ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¯Ù„ ØµØ§ØØ¨ Ù…Ø±Ø¯Ù‡ ÙŠ Ù…Ù† Ù†ÙŠÙˆÙ…Ø¯ Ø¨Ù‡Ø´ Ø¨Ú¯Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ Ú†Ù‡ Ø¨Ø¯Ø¨Ø®ØªÙŠ Ø¹Ø¸ÙŠÙ…ÙŠ Ù†ØµÙŠØ¨Ø´ Ø´Ø¯Ù‡! ØØ§Ù„Ø§ Ú†ÙˆÙ† Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ø´ ÙƒØ§Ø± Ùˆ Ù…Ø´ÙƒÙ„ Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù‡ Ùˆ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¯Ø§Ø¯Ø§Ø´Ù‡ Ù‡Ù… ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¨Ø¯ØªØ± Ø§Ø² Ù…Ù† Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù‡ Ø¨Ø² Ù…ÙŠØ§Ø±Ù‡ Ù‡Ù

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Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…! ØªØ§ ØØ§Ù„Ø§ Ú†Ø´Ù… Ú¯Ø°Ø§Ø´ØªÙ‡ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù… ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¨Ø±ÙŠÙ† Ù‚Ø§ÙŠÙ… Ø´ÙŠÙ†! Ø¨Ø¨ÙŠÙ†Ù… Ù†Ù�Ø± Ø¨Ø¹Ø¯ÙŠ ÙƒÙŠÙ‡ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¨Ø§ÙŠØ¯ Ú†Ø´Ù… Ø¨Ø°Ø§Ø±Ù‡! ØªØ§Ø²Ø´Ù… Ù…Ù† Ù‚Ø±Ø§Ø± Ø¨ÙˆØ¯ Ø¨Ù‡ ÙŠÙƒÙŠ Ù„ÙŠÙ†Ùƒ Ø¨Ø¯Ù… ÙˆÙ„ÙŠ ÙŠØ§Ø¯Ù… Ø±Ù�ØªÙ‡ ÙƒÙ‡ ÙƒØ¬Ø§ Ø¯ÙŠØ¯Ù…Ø´ Ùˆ ÙƒÙŠ (Ú†Ù‡ ÙƒØ³ÙŠ) Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù‡! ÙˆÙ„ÙŠ ØªÙˆ commentÙ‡Ø§Ø´ Ù†ÙˆØ´ØªÙ‡ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù…! ...

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Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…! Ú†Ù… Ø´Ø¯Ù‡ØŸ! ØØªÙŠ ØØ§Ù„ ÙˆØ¨Ù„Ø§Ú¯ Ø®ÙˆÙ†Ø¯Ù† Ù‡Ù… Ø¯ÙŠÚ¯Ù‡ Ù†Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù…! ÙƒØ§Ø±Ù… Ø¯Ø±Ø³Øª Ø´Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ†Ø¬Ø§ Ø±Ùˆ.. Ù‡ÙŠÚ†ÙŠ.. ÙˆÙ„Ø´ ÙƒÙ† Ù�Ù‚Ø· ÙƒØ§Ø±Ù… Ø¯Ø±Ø³Øª Ø´Ù‡ Ù‡Ø± ÙƒØ§Ø±ÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¨Ù‡ Ø°Ù‡Ù†Ù… Ù…ÙŠØ±Ø³Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø®ÙˆØ¨Ù‡ Ø±Ùˆ Ø§Ù†Ø¬Ø§Ù… Ù…ÙŠØ¯Ù…!

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Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…! Ø®ÙˆØ¨ÙŠØŸ! Ø¨Ø§Ø² ÙƒÙ‡ Ù‡Ù…Ú†ÙŠÙ† Ø´Ø¯! Ø¯Ù„Ù… Ø¨Ø§Ø² Ú†Ùˆ Ù†ÙŠ Ù…ÙŠ Ù†Ø§Ù„Ø¯... Ø§ÙˆÙ† Ú†ÙŠØ²Ø§ÙŠÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¯ÙŠØ±ÙˆØ² Ø±Ø§Ø¬Ø¹ Ø¨Ù‡ Ø´Ø¨ÙŠ Ø´Ù†ÙŠØ¯Ù….. ÙˆØ§Ø§Ø§ÙŠ Ø¨Ø§ Ø§ÙˆÙ† Ù†Ù…Ø±Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¯ÙŠØ¯Ù… Ùˆ Ø§ÙˆÙ† Ù…ØØ§Ø³Ø¨Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù… Ùˆ Ø§ÙˆÙ† Ø¬Ø±ÙŠØ§Ù†Ø§ØªÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ù¾ÙŠØ´ Ø§ÙˆÙ…Ø¯! ÙŠÙ‡ Ø¯Ø¹Ø§ ÙˆØ§Ø³Ù‡ Ø¨Ø§Ø² ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù† Ø·Ù„Ø³Ù… Ø¨Ù„Ø¯ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ø§Ú¯Ø±... Ø¨Ù„Ø¯ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ø§Ú¯Ø

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Ø®Ù�Ù‡ Ø´Ùˆ Ø§ÙŠÙ†Ù‚Ø¯Ø± Ø¹Ø± Ù†Ø²Ù†! Ø¨Ù‡Ø§Ø± Ù‡Ù… Ù†ÙŠØ§Ø¯ Ù…Ø¬Ø¨ÙˆØ±ÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ù†Ù…ÙŠØ±ÙŠ! Ø¨Ù‡Ø§Ø± Ù‡Ù… Ø¨ÙŠØ§Ø¯ Ùˆ Ø¨Ø§ Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ø´ ÙƒÙ…Ø¨Ø²Ù‡ Ùˆ Ø®ÙŠØ§Ø± Ù†ÙŠØ§Ø±Ù‡ Ù‡Ù… Ù…Ø¬Ø¨ÙˆØ±ÙŠ... Ù¾Ø³ Ø®Ù�Ù‡ Ø´Ùˆ ÙƒÙ‡ Ú¯Ø§Ù‡ÙŠ ØØ§Ù„Ù…Ùˆ Ø¨Ù‡ Ù‡Ù‡Ù… Ù…ÙŠØ²Ù†ÙŠ!

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Ø¢Ø±Ø²ÙˆÙŠ Ø¹Ø§Ø´Ù‚Ø§Ù† ÙŠÙƒ Ù†Ù�Ø³ Ø¨Ø§ Ø¯ÙˆØ³Øª Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù† Ù‡Ù… Ù†Ù�Ø³ Ø¢Ø±Ø²ÙˆÙŠ Ø¹Ø§Ø´Ù‚Ø§Ù† Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø§Ø³Øª Ùˆ Ø¨Ø³ ÙˆØ§ØÙ‡ Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ø¯ÙˆØ± Ø¯Ø³Øª Ø¯Ù„ ÙƒØ¬Ø§Ø³Øª ØªØ§ Ø¨ÙŠØ§Ø³Ø§ÙŠÙŠÙ… Ø¯Ø± Ø®ÙˆØ¯ ÙŠÙƒ Ù†Ù�Ø³ØŸ ÙˆØ§ØÙ‡ Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ú¯Ù… ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¢Ù†Ø¬Ø§ ÙƒØ³ Ù†ÙŠØ§Ù�Øª Ø±Ø¯ Ù¾Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ø§Ø² Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡ Ù‡ÙŠÚ† ÙƒØ³ Ø®Ø³ØªÙ‡ Ø§Ù… Ø§Ø² Ø¯Ø³Øª Ø¯Ù„Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ú†Ù†ÙŠÙ† Ù¾ÙŠØ´ Ù¾Ø§ Ø§Ù�ØªØ§Ø¯Ù‡ ØªØ± Ø§Ø² Ø®Ø§

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Ø®Ø¨Ø± ØªØ§Ø²Ù‡!!!! Ø¹Ù„ÙŠ Ø¢Ù‚Ø§ Ø²Ù†Ø¯Ù‡ Ø§Ø³Øª:) Carlos Ù‡Ù… Ù‡Ù…ÙŠÙ†Ø·ÙˆØ±! ÙŠÙ‡ Ø¢Ú¯Ù‡ÙŠ ÙƒÙˆÚ†ÙˆÙ„Ùˆ Ù‡Ù… Ø¹Ø´Ù‚Ù…ÙˆÙ† ÙƒØ´ÙŠØ¯Ù‡ Ø¨ÙƒÙ†ÙŠÙ…! Ø´Ø¹Ø± Ø¯ÙˆØ³Øª Ø¯Ø§Ø±ÙŠÙ†ØŸ! Ø¯Ù„ØªÙˆÙ† Ù…ÙŠØ®ÙˆØ§Ø¯ Ú¯Ø§Ù‡ÙŠ ÙŠÙ‡ Ú¯ÙˆØ´Ù‡ Ø§Ø² Ø¯Ù„ØªÙˆÙ† Ø±Ùˆ ÙŠÙ‡ Ø¬Ø§ÙŠ Ø¯ÙŠÚ¯Ù‡ Ù¾ÙŠØ¯Ø§ ÙƒÙ†ÙŠÙ†ØŸ! Ù¾Ø³ Ù…Ø¹Ø·Ù„ Ù†ÙƒÙ†ÙŠÙ†!!!! Ø¨Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ†Ø¬Ø§ ÙŠÙ‡ Ø³Ø±ÙŠ Ø¨Ø²Ù†ÙŠÙ†! Ù�Ø¹Ù„Ø§Ù‹!

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Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø±ÙˆØ²Ù‡Ø§ Ø§Ø¸Ù‡Ø§Ø± ÙˆØ¬ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ø´Ø¯Ù‡ comment Ù†ÙˆÙŠØ³ÙŠ! ÙƒÙŠÙ�ÙŠ Ù…ÙŠØ¯Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¹Ù…Ù„ Ø¢Ù† Ø³Ø±Ø´ Ù†Ø§Ù¾ÙŠØ¯Ø§! Ø®Ù„Ø§ØµÙ‡ Ù…Ø§ Ù‡Ø³ØªÙŠÙ…! Ú†Ù†Ø¯ ÙˆÙ‚ØªÙŠÙ‡ ÙƒÙ‡ 40Ú†Ø±Ø§Øº Ù†Ù…ÙŠ Ø®Ø±Ù… ÙˆÚ¯Ø±Ù†Ù‡ Ø¨Ø§Ø³Ù‡ Ø¯Ù„ Ù†Ø§Ø²Ùƒ ØªØ±Ùƒ Ø®ÙˆØ±Ø¯Ù‡ ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ù‡Ù… ÙƒÙ‡ Ø´Ø¯Ù‡ Ø§Ø² Ø§ÙˆÙ† Ø¯Ø³Øª Ù†ÙˆØ´ØªÙ‡ Ù‡Ø§ Ù…ÙŠ Ù†ÙˆØ´ØªÙ…!

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Nas Ne Dagonyat (Translated From Russian To English) Just say, Then just 2 of us. Just lights Of the aerodrome. We'll run away They won't catch us. Farther form them, farther from home. Night guide Hide our shadows Behind the clouds. Behind the clouds They won't find us, they won't change us. They can not touch Stars with their hands. Sky will drop down Night on our palms.

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Ø¨Ø²Ùƒ Ù†Ù…ÙŠØ± Ø¨Ù‡Ø§Ø± Ù…ÙŠØ§Ø¯... ÙƒÙ…Ø¨Ø²Ù‡ Ø¨Ø§ Ø®ÙŠØ§Ø± Ù…ÙŠØ§Ø¯!

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Not Gonna Get Us Not gonna get us They are not gonna get us Not gonna get us Not gonna get us They are not gonna get us They are not gonna get us Not gonna get us They are not gonna get us Not gonna get us Starting from here, lets make a promise you and me, let's just be honest We are gonna run, nothing can stop us Even the night, that falls all around us Soon there'll be laughter and

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Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…!

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Ú†Ø±Ø§ Ù‡Ù…Ù‡ Ø§Ø´ Ù…Ù† Ø¨Ø§ÙŠØ¯ ØªÙˆ ÙƒÙ� Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ù…ØŸ! Ù…Ø±Ø¯Ù‡ Ø´ÙˆØ± ØªØ±ÙƒÙŠØ¨ Ù†ØØ³ Ù‡Ù…Ù‡ ÙŠ Ø§ÙˆÙ†Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ø±Ùˆ Ø¨Ø¨Ø±Ù† ÙƒÙ‡ Ù…Ù†Ùˆ Ù…ÙŠØ°Ø§Ø±Ù† ØªÙˆ ÙƒÙ�!

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Ø§Ø³ØªØ§Ù…ÙŠÙ†ÙˆÙ�Ù† Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ Ù…ÙŠÚ†Ø³Ø¨Ø¯ Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…! Ø±Ù…Ø¶Ø§Ù† Ù…ÙŠØ¨Ø§Ø´Ø¯ Ùˆ Ù…Ù† Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆØ´Ù†ÙˆØ¯ Ù…ÙŠØ¨Ø§Ø´Ù…. Ø¨Ø§Ø¨Ø§ÙŠÙ… Ø´ÙŠØ±ÙŠÙ†ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆØ´Ù…Ø²Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠ Ø®Ø±ÙŠØ¯Ù‡ Ø§Ø³Øª ÙƒÙ‡ Ù†Ø§Ù… Ø¢Ù† Ø²ÙˆÙ„Ø¨ÙŠÙ‡ Ùˆ Ø¨Ø§Ù…ÙŠØ§ Ù…ÙŠØ¨Ø§Ø´Ø¯. Ø¨Ø§Ù…ÙŠØ§ ÙƒÙ‡ Ú¯Ø±Ø¯Ø¢Ù„ÙˆÙŠ Ø¢Ù† Ù…ÙŠØ¨Ø§Ø´Ø¯ØŒ Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ Ø¹Ù‚Ø´ÙˆÙ„ÙŠ Ù…ÙŠØ¨Ø§Ø´Ø¯Ùˆ Ø¯Ø± Ø§Ø«Ø± Ù�Ø´Ø§Ø± Ø¯Ø§Ø¯Ù† Ø±ÙŠÙ‚ Ø´ÙŠØ±ÙŠÙ†ÙŠ Ø§Ø² Ø¢Ù† Ø®Ø§Ø±Ø¬

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Ø´Ø¨ÙŠ Ø¨Ø§Ø±Ø§Ù†ÙŠ Ùˆ Ø±Ø³Ø§Ù„Øª Ù…Ù† Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø®ÙˆØ§Ù‡Ø¯ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯ ØªØ§ Ø¯Ùˆ Ø§Ø³ØªÙƒØ§Ù† Ú†Ø§ÙŠ Ø¯Ø§Øº Ø±Ø§ Ø§Ø² Ù…ÙŠØ§Ù† Ø¯ÙˆÙŠØ³Øª Ø¬Ù†Ú¯ Ø®ÙˆÙ†ÙŠÙ† Ø¨Ù‡ Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…Øª Ø¨Ú¯Ø°Ø±Ø§Ù†Ù… ØªØ§ Ø¯Ø± Ø´Ø¨ÙŠ Ø¨Ø§Ø±Ø§Ù†ÙŠ Ø¢Ù† Ù‡Ø§ Ø±Ø§ Ø¨Ø§ Ø®Ø¯Ø§ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆÙŠØ´ Ú†Ø´Ù… Ø¯Ø± Ú†Ø´Ù… Ù‡Ù… Ù†ÙˆØ´ ÙƒÙ†ÙŠÙ… -ØØ³ÙŠÙ† Ù¾Ù†Ø§Ù‡ÙŠ

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A group of girlfriends are on vacation when they see a five-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only." Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in. The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explain to them how it works. "We have five floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each

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Ø§ØµÙ„Ø§Ù‹ Ø¨Ø±Ø§Ù… Ù…Ù‡Ù… Ù†ÙŠØ³Øª ÙƒØ§Ø¯ÙˆÙŠ ØªÙˆÙ„Ø¯ Ø§Ø²Ø´ÙˆÙ† Ú†ÙŠ Ø¨Ú¯ÙŠØ±Ù…! Ù…Ø« Ù‡Ù…ÙŠØ´Ù‡ Ù‡Ø± Ú¯Ù†Ø¯ Ùˆ Ø¢Ø´ØºØ§Ù„ÙŠ Ø¨Ø¯Ù† Ù…Ù‡Ù… Ù†ÙŠØ³Øª! ØªÙ†Ù‡Ø§ ÙƒØ³ÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§Ù…Ø³Ø§Ù„ Ø¯Ù„Ù… Ù…ÙŠØ®ÙˆØ§Ø³Øª Ø¨Ø¯ÙˆÙ†Ù… Ú†ÙŠ Ø¨Ù‡Ù… Ù…ÙŠØ¯Ù‡ Ø§Ø²Ù… Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ ÙƒÙ‡ ØªØ§ 1 Ù…Ø§Ù‡ Ø¨Ù‡Ø´ Ø²Ù†Ú¯ Ù†Ø²Ù†Ù…! Ø§Ø² Ø±Ø¶Ø§ Ù‡Ù… Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ ÙˆÙ‚ØªÙ‡ Ø®Ø¨Ø± Ù†Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù…! Ø¨Ø¹Ø¯ Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ Ú¯Ù�Øª ÙƒÙ„Ø§Ø³ Ù…ÙŠØ°Ø§Ø±Ù…

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Ú¯Ù…ÙˆÙ†Ù… Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ø§ÙˆÙ„ÙŠÙ† ÙƒØ³ÙŠ Ø§Ù… ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¨Ø§Ø³Ù‡ Ù…Ø±Ú¯Ù… Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ú¯Ø±ÙŠÙ‡ ÙƒÙ†Ù‡! Ø¢Ø®Ù‡ Ø´Ø§ÙŠØ¯ ÙƒØ³ÙŠ Ù†Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§Ø² Ù…Ø±Ø¯Ù†Ù… Ù†Ø§Ø±Ø§ØØª Ø´Ù‡!Ø´Ø§ÙŠØ¯Ù…... Ù†Ù…ÙŠØ¯ÙˆÙ†Ù…... Ù…Ù† Ù†Ø®ÙˆØ§Ù… Ø¨Ù…ÙŠØ±Ù… Ø¨Ø§ÙŠØ¯ ÙƒÙŠÙˆ Ø¨Ø¨ÙŠÙ†Ù…ØŸ!

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Ø¨Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ù†ØªÙŠØ¬Ù‡ Ø±Ø³ÙŠØ¯Ù… ÙƒÙ‡ Ù…Ú¯Ø³Ù‡Ø§ Ùˆ Ù¾Ø´Ù‡ Ù‡Ø§ ØªÙˆ Ù‡ÙˆØ§ Ø¨Ø§Ø³Ù‡ Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ø´ÙˆÙ† Ø±Ø§Ù‡Ø³Ø§Ø²ÙŠ ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù†! ÙŠÙ‡ Ù…Ú¯Ø³ Ø¨Ø§Ø³Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§Ø² ÙŠÙ‡ Ø¬Ø§ Ø¨Ø±Ù‡ ÙŠÙ‡ Ø¬Ø§ÙŠ Ø¯ÙŠÚ¯Ù‡ 20 ØªØ§ Ù¾ÙŠÚ† Ù…ÙŠØ²Ù†Ù‡... Ú¯Ø§Ù‡ÙŠ Ù‡Ù… 20 Ø¯ÙˆØ± Ø¯ÙˆØ± Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ø´ Ù…ÙŠÚ†Ø±Ø®Ù‡ Ø§Ù„ÙƒÙŠØŒ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¨Ù‡ Ù†Ø¸Ø± Ù…Ù† ÙŠØ¹Ù†ÙŠ Ú†Ø±Ø§Øº Ù‚Ø±Ù…Ø²Ù‡! Ù‡ÙŠÚ†ÙŠ Ù‡Ù…ÙŠÙ†Ø¬ÙˆØ±ÙŠ... Ù�Ù‚Ø· Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø³ØªÙ

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Die Another Day I'm gonna wake up, yes and no I'm gonna kiss some part of I'm gonna keep this secret I'm gonna close my body now I guess, die another day(4 times) I guess I'll die another day [Another day](4 times) Sigmund Freud Analyze this Analyze this Analyze this I'm gonna break the cycle I'm gonna shake up the system I'm gonna destroy my ego I'm gonna close my body now Uh, uh I

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Ø³Ù„Ø§Ù…! Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø±ÙˆØ²Ø§ Ù†ÙˆØ´ØªÙ†Ù… Ù†Ù…ÙŠØ§Ø¯! Ø¯ÙˆØ³ØªØ§Ù… Ù†ÙŠØ³ØªÙ† Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ ÙˆÙ‚ØªÙ‡! Ø¯Ù„Ù… Ø¨Ø§Ø³Ø´ÙˆÙ† ØªÙ†Ú¯ÙŠØ¯Ù‡! Ø§Ø² ÙŠÙ‡ Ø·Ø±Ù� Ø§ÙˆÙ† Ø§Ù…ØªØØ§Ù† Ù…Ø³Ø®Ø±Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙƒÙ‡ Ø®Ø¯Ø§ Ø®Ø¯Ø§ Ù…ÙŠÙƒÙ†Ù… Ù¾Ø§Ø³ Ø´Ù‡! Ø§Ø² ÙŠÙ‡ Ø·Ø±Ù� Ø¯ÙŠÚ¯Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¯Ø§Ø¯Ø§Ø´Ù‡ ÙƒÙ‡ Ù�Ù‚Ø· Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù‡ Ù…ÙŠØ±Ù‡ ØªÙˆ Ø§Ø¹ØµØ§Ø¨Ù… Ø¨Ø§ ÙƒØ§Ø±Ø§Ø´! Ø§Ø² ÙŠÙ‡ Ø·Ø±Ù� Ù‡Ù… ØªÙŠÙƒÙ‡ Ù‡Ø§Ø´ ÙƒÙ‡ Ù‡Ù…Ø´ Ø¯Ø± Ù…ÙˆØ±Ø¯

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... Ù…Ù† Ø§ÙŠÙ†Ø¬Ø§ Ø¨Ø³ Ø¯Ù„Ù… ØªÙ†Ú¯ Ø§Ø³Øª!

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Ú†Ù‚Ø¯Ø± Ù‚Ø´Ù†Ú¯Ù‡ Ø¢Ø¯Ù… Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ù‚Ø´Ù†Ú¯ Ø±Ùˆ Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ø´ ØØ³ ÙƒÙ†Ù‡! Ú†Ù‚Ø¯Ø± Ù‚Ø´Ù†Ú¯Ù‡ Ø¢Ø¯Ù… Ø§Ø¹ØªÙ…Ø§Ø¯ Ø¨Ù‡ Ù†Ù�Ø³Ø´ Ø¨Ø±Ù‡ Ø¨Ø§Ù„Ø§! Ø´Ø¨Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ ÙƒØªØ§Ø¨Ø®ÙˆÙ†Ù‡ Ø´Ø±ÙˆØ¹ Ø´Ø¯Ù†! Ø´Ø¨Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ù‡Ù…Ù‡ Ø¬ÙˆØ± Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡! Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ù‡ÙŠØ² Ùˆ Ù‡ÙˆØ³ Ø¨Ø§Ø²! Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡Ù‡ÙŠ Ù‚Ø´Ù†Ú¯ Ùˆ Ø±ÙˆÙ…Ø§Ù†ØªÙŠÙƒ! Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ø¨ÙŠ ØªÙ�Ø§ÙˆØª Ùˆ Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ ÙƒÙ‡ Ù…ÙŠÚ¯Ù† ØªÙˆ Ù‡ÙŠÚ†ÙŠ Ù†

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Ø§Ø² Ú†Ø§Ù„ÙˆØ³ Ù¾ÙˆÙ„Ø¯Ø§Ø± ØªØ§ Ø¬ÙŠØ¨ Ø¬ÙˆØ§Ù† Ù…Ø§ Ø¯Ø± Ø±Ø§Ù‡ Ù…ÙŠ Ø¨Ø§Ø´ÙŠÙ…. Ù…Ù…Ø¯ Ù�Ø±Ù†Ú¯ÙŠØ³ Ø®Ø§Ù†ÙˆÙ… Ø§ÙŠÙ†Ø§ Ú¯Ù�ØªÙ‡ Ø¯Ø±ÙŠØ§ Ø§Ø² ÙˆØ§Ù† ØÙ…Ø§Ù…Ø´Ø§Ù† Ù‡Ù… Ø¨ÙŠØ´ØªØ± Ø¢Ø¨ Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ø¯.Ù…Ù† Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ Ø°ÙˆÙ‚ Ø²Ø¯Ú¯ÙŠ Ù…ÙŠ Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ù…. ÙˆÙ„ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆØ§Ù‡Ø±Ù… Ø§ØØ³Ø§Ø³Ø§Øª Ø¹Ù‚Ø´ÙˆÙ„Ø§Ù†Ù‡ Ø§Ø´ Ú¯Ù„ ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù‡ Ø§Ø³Øª. Ø§Ùˆ Ø¯Ùˆ Ø³ÙŠÙ… Ø¯Ø± Ú¯ÙˆØ´Ù‡Ø§ÙŠØ´ ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù‡ Ùˆ Ø®ÙŠÙ„ÙŠ Ø¨ÙŠ Ø¢Ø¨Ø±ÙˆÙŠÙŠ

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Ø¯ÙŠØ±ÙˆØ² ÙŠÙ‡ Ø¹Ø§Ù„Ù…Ù‡ Ù†ÙˆØ´ØªÙ‡ Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù…! ÙˆÙ„ÙŠ Ø¢Ø®Ø±Ø´ Ù…ÙˆÙ‚Ø¹ send ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù† ØµÙ�ØÙ‡ ØªØºÙŠÙŠØ± Ø±Ù†Ú¯ Ø¯Ø§Ø¯ Ùˆ Ø¢Ø®Ø±Ø´ Ø³Ù�ÙŠØ¯ Ø´Ø¯ Ø¨Ø¯ÙˆÙ† Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ Ú†ÙŠØ²ÙŠ Ø±Ùˆ Ú†Ø³Ø¨ÙˆÙ†Ø¯Ù‡ Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ù‡! Ú¯Ù�ØªÙ… ØØªÙ…Ù‹ Ù‚Ø³Ù…Øª Ù†Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù‡! Ù…Ø«Ù„ Ù‡Ù…ÙŠØ´Ù‡ ÙˆÙ‚ØªÙŠ Ø¯Ùˆ ÙƒÙ„ÙˆÙ… ØØ±Ù� ØØ³Ø§Ø¨ Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù… Ù‚Ø³Ù…ØªÙ‡ ÙƒØ¬Ø§ Ù…ÙŠ Ø±Ù‡ Ù†Ù…ÙŠ Ø¯ÙˆÙ†Ù…! Ø®Ù„Ø§ØµÙ‡ Ø§ÙŠÙ†ÙƒÙ‡ Ø§Ø² Ø±Ùˆ Ù†Ø±Ù�ØªÙ…

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In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake. A hot dry fly who said to himself "Gosh...if I go down three inches, I will feel the mist from the water and I will be refreshed." There was a fish in the water thinking, "Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches I can eat him." There was a bear on the shore thinking "Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches...that fish will

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Ù…Ù† Ù�ÙƒØ± Ù…ÙŠ ÙƒÙ†Ù… Ù‡Ø±Ú¯Ø² Ù†Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù‡ Ù‚Ù„Ø¨ Ù…Ù† Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ú¯ÙˆÙ†Ù‡ Ú¯Ø±Ù… Ùˆ Ø³Ø±Ø®: Ø§ØØ³Ø§Ø³ Ù…ÙŠ ÙƒÙ†Ù… Ø¯Ø± Ø¨Ø¯ØªØ±ÙŠÙ† Ø¯Ù‚Ø§ÙŠÙ‚ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø´Ø§Ù… Ù…Ø±Ú¯Ø²Ø§ÙŠ Ú†Ù†Ø¯ÙŠÙ† Ù‡Ø²Ø§Ø± Ú†Ø´Ù…Ù‡ ÙŠ Ø®ÙˆØ±Ø´ÙŠØ¯ Ø¯Ø± Ø¯Ù„Ù… Ù…ÙŠ Ø¬ÙˆØ´Ø¯ Ø§Ø² ÙŠÙ‚ÙŠÙ†ØŒ Ø§ØØ³Ø§Ø³ Ù…ÙŠÙƒÙ†Ù… Ø¯Ø± Ù‡Ø± ÙƒÙ†Ø§Ø± Ùˆ Ú¯ÙˆØ´Ù‡ ÙŠ Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø´ÙˆØ±Ù‡ Ø²Ø§Ø± ÙŠØ§Ø¡Ø³ Ú†Ù†Ø¯ÙŠÙ† Ù‡Ø²Ø§Ø± Ø¬Ù†Ú¯Ù„ Ø´Ø§Ø¯Ø§Ø¨ Ù†Ø§Ú¯Ù‡Ø§

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ÙƒØ§Ø´ Ú†ÙˆÙ† Ù¾Ø§ÙŠÙŠØ² Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù…...ÙƒØ§Ø´ Ú†ÙˆÙ† Ù¾Ø§ÙŠÙŠØ² Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù… ÙƒØ§Ø´ Ú†ÙˆÙ† Ù¾Ø§ÙŠÙŠØ² Ø®Ø§Ù…ÙˆØ´ Ùˆ Ù…Ù„Ø§Ù„ Ø§Ù†Ú¯ÙŠØ² Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù… Ø¨Ø±Ú¯Ù‡Ø§ÙŠ Ø¢Ø±Ø²ÙˆÙ‡Ø§ÙŠÙ… ÙŠÙƒØ§ÙŠÙƒÙƒ Ø²Ø±Ø¯ Ù…ÙŠ Ø´Ø¯ Ø¢Ù�ØªØ§Ø¨ Ø¯ÙŠØ¯Ú¯Ø§Ù†Ù… Ø³Ø±Ø¯ Ù…ÙŠ Ø´Ø¯ -Ù�Ø±ÙˆØº "Ø§ØµÙ„Ø§Ù‹ Ù‡Ù… Ø§ÙŠÙ† Ø¢Ø±Ø²Ùˆ Ø±Ùˆ Ù†Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ù…!" -Ù�Ø±Ø´ØªÙ‡ Ú¯Ù…Ø´Ø¯Ù‡!

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Ø³Ùƒ Ø³Ùƒ...

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The Dance Time began with a dance, the movement of many elements coming together dancing to the music of the divine with love as their song, faith as their rhythm, laughter their bass, compassion their melody, and honesty their beat. the music was laud and as the spontaneous movements decreased so did their joyful song. then came a time when the music could barely be heard, and those that

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Thinking of You thinkin' of you i'm thinkin' of you all i can do is just think about you thinkin' of you i'm thinkin' of you whenever i'm blue i'm thinkin' of you no matter how i try i don't find a reason why believe me it's no lie i always have you on my mind no matter what i see guess where i wanna be love is the answer i will find thinking of you no matter where i go this is the only

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Ø¨Ø§ Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ù… ÙŠÙ‡ Ù…Ø¯ØªÙŠ Ù‚Ù‡Ø± Ø¨ÙˆØ¯Ù…! ØªÙ†Ø¨ÙŠÙ‡ ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù… Ø®ÙˆØ¯Ù…Ùˆ ÙƒÙ‡ Ù†Ù‡ ÙˆØ¨Ù„Ø§Ú¯ Ø¨Ù†ÙˆÙŠØ³Ù… Ù†Ù‡ Ø¨Ø®ÙˆÙ†Ù…! ØØ§Ù„Ø§ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø¨Ø±Ú¯Ø´ØªÙ… Ø¨Ø¨ÙŠÙ†Ù… Ú†Ù‡ Ú¯Ù„ÙŠ Ø¨Ù‡ Ø³Ø± .. Ù…ÙŠ Ø²Ù†Ù…!

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Ø¢Ù†Ú¯Ø§Ù‡ Ù¾Ø³ Ø§Ø² ØªÙ†Ø¯Ø± Ø§Ù…Ø§ Ù†Ù…ÙŠ Ø¯Ø§Ù†ÙŠ Ú†Ù‡ Ø´Ø¨Ù‡Ø§ÙŠÙŠ Ø³ØØ± ÙƒØ±Ø¯Ù…ØŒ Ø¨ÙŠ Ø¢Ù†ÙƒÙ‡ ÙŠÙƒØ¯Ù… Ù…Ù‡Ø±Ø¨Ø§Ù† Ø¨Ø§Ø´Ù†Ø¯ Ø¨Ø§ Ù‡Ù… Ù¾Ù„ÙƒÙ‡Ø§ÙŠ Ù…Ù†ØŒ Ø¯Ø± Ø®Ù„ÙˆØª Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø¨ Ú¯ÙˆØ§Ø±Ø§ÙŠÙŠØŒ Ùˆ Ø¢Ù† Ú¯Ø§Ù‡Ú¯Ù‡ Ø´Ø¨Ù‡Ø§ ÙƒÙ‡ Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø¨Ù… Ø¨Ø±Ø¯ØŒ Ù‡Ø±Ú¯Ø² Ù†Ø´Ø¯ÙƒØ§ÙŠØ¯ Ø¨Ù‡ Ø³ÙˆÙŠÙ… Ù‡Ø§Ù„Ù‡ Ø§ÙŠ ØŒ ÙŠØ§ Ù†ÙŠÙ…ØªØ§Ø¬ÙŠ Ú¯Ù„ Ø§Ø² Ø±ÙˆØ´Ù†Ø§ Ú¯Ù„Ú¯Ø´Øª Ø±ÙˆÙŠØ§ÙŠÙŠ. Ø¯Ø± Ø®ÙˆØ§Ø¨Ù‡Ø§

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