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"... Everyone sitting at table with parents, would find happiness together, in line Haydarpaşa forget Erenköy I was not the first time in travel. in the month of Ramadan starts in a train station in the journey around Kızıltoprak was crowded houses Iftar dinner table and sat on his father görünce.hem home and be happy sitting on the table looking for a new name among the people is loneliness.

I found now, the orphans will be a solo pass in my life, who will not stay if the

I do not know them, my descendants came to know my history

I know of is forgotten

I like to turn you away I am I am an orphan

After waiting for you the life history

... to a place they do not know. I was waiting for you after you go long, was cut short ...

drop my hand, my lack of absence of one, but you leave it, do not look at anyone's dinner table, smile and not illusion, not about blood, drop yeterki you. How do you know when you have a hankering for the absence does not exceed any of us, I have time on your hands, it stopped in the door when you have yetiminim.sen me again my parents and my blessing and my Thanker, as well as my reasons.