The beeches deep in snow,I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your — Nâzım Hikmet, Poems of Nazım Hikmet
The beeches deep in snow,I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your — Nâzım Hikmet, Poems of Nazım Hikmet
The beeches deep in snow,I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your — Nâzım Hikmet, Poems of Nazım Hikmet
The beeches deep in snow,I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your — Nâzım Hikmet, Poems of Nazım Hikmet
The beeches deep in snow,I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your — Nâzım Hikmet, Poems of Nazım Hikmet
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The beeches deep in snow,I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your

— Nâzım Hikmet, Poems of Nazım Hikmet
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