I finally made it to your city, but I was late, Samet, we couldn`t get together: I was late by the space of death. I didn`t want to hear your voice on tape, samet -- I can`t look at pictures of the dead without totally dying. But the day will come when I`ll totally separate you from yourself, Samet. You`ll enter the world of respectable memories. And I`ll lay flowers on your grave without tears in my eyes. Then the day will come when what happened to you will happen to me, too, Samet.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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