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“أصبح ألم النبتة الشوكية مع الوقت معتاداً بقلبي، ليس لمرور السنوات ولكن لإنشغالي حالياً بنبتة أخرى، أشواكها تُدمي دما طازجاً ،وعقلي ،وقلبي مشغولان بمحاولة إيقاف النزيف”

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أغنية داليدا الاخيرة

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