I wish you were like my brother who fed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me. I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house; she is the one who taught me. I would give you a drink of spiced wine from my pomegranates. My lover’s left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me tight.
Song of Songs 8 بخوێنەوە
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هەموو وەشانەکان بەراورد بکە: Song of Songs 8:1-3
ئایەتەکان پاشەکەوت بکە، ئۆفلاین بخوێنەرەوە، سەیری کلیپی فێرکاری بکە و زۆر شتی تر!
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