7 Husbands for Hurmuz Page #10

Sorry.

Thank you.

Are you OK?

Safinaz, we will think about it

tomorrow. - OK.

# My god, don't leave your slaves alone, #

# It's only you who can stand all alone. #

# Don't mind whether beautiful or ugly, #

# And grant a proper husband

for each of us. #

# I saw homes with a groom,

spanned like a cross-bow. #

# I saw homes without a groom,

looking like a dried creek. #

# To the ones who have missed it for long, #

# To the ones who got widow very

young, whose roses faded away, #

# Give, give, give! #

# To the birds flying in the sky, #

# To the ones got older, to the

ones who are desperate, #

# Give, give, give! #

# Oh my god, I need three...

(Me too, three... ) #

# Three is not enough, five...

(For all of us, five... ) #

# Five is not enough, seven...

(Ten, A hundred, A thousand... ) #

# Give, give, give, give... #

# Give me my god, GIVE! #

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