Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying! — Mehmet Murat ildan
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Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying!

— Mehmet Murat ildan
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