It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you. — Abu Bakr
It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you. — Abu Bakr
It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you. — Abu Bakr
It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you. — Abu Bakr
It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you. — Abu Bakr
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It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.

— Abu Bakr
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