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So beautiful ❤😊

The city was shadowed,but help is on the way.

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Excellent! Thank you for both creating this and sharing!

En encanta, lo relajante es🖤🖤🖤

Thank You

The sadness goes before and beyond this life !!!

I feel nostalgic from the past I was from the old generation when they used it ☎️📞 I feel nostalgic for the past to the point that I hated this harsh life Where everyone beside me left me alone

Depuis quelques temps, tu ne nous sort que des pepites !

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My pen was never a fraud, but rather it was infected

A dangerous woman, lucky if you meet her and unlucky if you lose her

Don't look for a dose of hope here, I only have a drop for me

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Although it contains a huge amount of sadness, it is an immortal masterpiece that will remain in memory... Thank you very much for this wonderful work

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❤🎶💯🎄🎁❄️❤️

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I will live forever, because I am from the time before memory, which is ETERNITY's own humming tune.⚕️

Daughter of Flames, Mother of Shadows When the last light of day fades and the veil of night descends, I change. Beneath this velvet gown and the halo of soft firelight, something darker blooms within me, unfurling like the black petals of a poisoned rose. They call me a princess, yet I am nothing of the sort. I am a vessel for shadows, for regrets too sharp to bury, and for a hunger I dare not name. Winter grips the land beyond these stone walls, its icy fingers clawing at the castle windows. But here, beside the fire, I find solace. I watch the flames rise and fall, their golden dance mirroring the flicker of my own restless thoughts. Sometimes, I hum a tune-a melody older than the bricks of this ancient keep. It threads through my mind, weaving a bond with the warmth of the hearth, as if the fire alone can hold my unraveling spirit together. But the truth is, I was never kind. Once, in the brilliance of daylight, I wore the mask well-the mask of the dutiful daughter, the gracious lady of the court. I whispered pretty lies and smiled with a sweetness that could rot a saint’s soul. My hands, now pale and slender, were stained with the ruin of others. Words, you see, can be sharper than any blade, and mine were daggers tipped with venom. I wielded them carelessly, like a child playing with fire, until I saw what destruction truly meant. I sit here now, cloaked in the ashes of my sins. I wonder if the fire forgives me for the darkness it sees in my eyes. For when the night falls, the girl they think they know dissolves, leaving behind a creature born of silence and regret. Each night, the flame listens to my song-the same song that once lured hearts to break against the jagged rocks of my cruelty. I wonder-if the fire dies, will it take me with it? Will the shadows consume what little light remains in my soul? Or will I sit here forever, tethered to this throne of ruin, humming my sorrow into the embers until nothing of me is left but whispers and smoke?

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آه يا قلب لك رب كريم فلم بعد لنا سندا سوى الله

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I loved her so much

How I love this channel

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Very beautiful really amazing

من بیشتر وقتها به این موسیقی زیبا گوش میدم روح مرا به آسمانها میبرد‌ وقلبا اعتقاد دارم دنیای آسمانها از زمین زیبا تره ما هرچه میخواهیم باید در آسمانها جستجو کنیم زمین لیاقت جبران نداره هر چه هست در آسمان هاست

ممنونم از از این موسیقی زیبا فوق العاده است👍👍🌺🌺🙏🙏

Překrásné 🖤

But the passing of time is something that has been known since the beginning of time and Humanity has known this fact since the beginning. So there is no need to single out a certain city or place, because the ETERNAL Passing of Time is a valid reality for our entire Earth and the Universe. Thus we can confirm again that PASSING is ETERNAL

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Deep and profound, transporting me to another, better, more peaceful world.

❤❤❤❤Amazing

.عش الغراب٠ سنوات المجد العظيم اصبح كذب وخداع لاشي في الافق البعيد الاوهم السراب واصبحت سنوات الموت وانهال الدمار على الجميع لااستثناء لخادم او مطيع في جميع الفصول والخريف والصيف والربيع وعظامهم كانت ترتعش في القبور الشتاء المحترق والخوف كان على أبوابي وصوتهم كان يرتفع في اعلى السمائي بلاشفيع لانهاية لهم لابمرحب ولاوديع ولامنقذ لهم غير رب السميع .ومن رغم سنين الصمت القاتل والحرب والدمار والخراب والجوع والموت والحب والاشياق والحسرة والندامة ونار الفراقي و كل شي وٱلالف الشهداء والذين ضحوا من اجل الوطن مازلوا غرباء ومساكين في اوطانهم واوطان غيرهم ونحن دائما على الرحيل واحلامهم اصبح خلف ستار الغروب من رغم ضحينا بي اولادنا ومالنا وليس . لنا شيء سوى الخوف والظلام والوهم والسراب حتى لو عشنا على أرضنا ملايين السنين. وبعض الاشياء لاتفسير لها تقشعر لها الابدان يفوق العقل والفكر والوجدان لايمكن اوصفها حتى في الاحلام عشنا في زمنن بعض الناس وأكثرهم لم يقتنع بعدالة السماء على هذه الارض وقلوبهم خالية من الصدق والانسانية كانهم رجال اخر الزمان لاشبيه لهم لافي الارض ولافي السماء كٱنهم من عالم ثاني خانوا انفسهم وشعوبهم قبل كل الناس فاتبنا لهم في الحياة مابعد الموت وهم داخل الاكفاني وبين جدران الخوف غارقين في مستنقع الدماء واجسادهم ممزقة الى الاشلاء وهم يترددون سكرات الموتي ولن يتذكروا أبدأ من رغم دماء الشهدا والتضحيات مع مرور الوقت والايام والزمن اكيد سٱنصبح في طي النسيان وعالم الفنائي واحلامنا وذكرياتنا سيحترق بنار الحقد و في ادراج الرياحي وخيبة املنا في الحياة كان لم يكن وجودنا يومآ ما على ارض الاحزان والاحلام والاجدادي كالذي مات من ملايين السنين غارقين بالدموع و الحزن والفرح والبكائي حتى يوم القيامة والحسابي 😭😭 الشاعر : دلكش ٱوسي

Esta cancion es mi favorita ❤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 The city of Loryndell, cloaked in the quiet shroud of winter, whispers of lives long passed and of fleeting moments etched in its frost-laden stones. Nestled within a valley where time’s hand seems both hesitant and relentless, its spires and rooftops, now dusted with snow, rise like solemn sentinels against a gray expanse of sky. Each chimneystack, crowned with a wisp of smoke, tells a tale of hearths still alight, but each tale is fleeting-a single breath in the city’s endless chronicle. Once, Loryndell was a place of flourishing splendor. Merchants thronged its cobbled streets, their carts laden with rare silks, spices, and whispered promises of distant lands. The great tower that looms at the heart of the city-known as the Eternal Pinnacle-was not always so weathered. In an age now half-forgotten, its bells rang boldly to mark the triumphs of kings and the weddings of lovers. Now, the bells are still, their echoes lost in the cavern of time, and the tower’s name serves as irony, for nothing in Loryndell has proven eternal. The raven perched upon a skeletal branch watches with a gaze unblinking, a witness to the fragility of the scene below. It knows the truth that the city’s slumbering inhabitants dare not acknowledge-that all things pass. The streets that hum faintly with the light of flickering lanterns will one day fall silent. The snow, too, will melt, leaving behind only damp traces of its fleeting reign. The houses, with their gabled roofs and shuttered windows, wear the weight of many winters. Their timbers creak like old bones, groaning beneath the burden of years. In their walls are trapped the laughter of children long grown, the murmurs of lovers long parted, the sighs of those who once believed they would leave their mark here forever. But Loryndell swallows such marks; it weathers and softens them until they are indistinguishable from the snowfall itself. The raven spreads its wings, a dark silhouette against the pale sky. It does not linger, for it has seen this before-a city, its people, its stories, all crumbling into the great mosaic of transience. As it takes flight, it carries with it the silent truth: Loryndell is but a fleeting moment in the endless passage of time, beautiful and doomed to fade like the snow it now wears so proudly.

Kuch be na rahea tum harea sewa wo har gaha hai ye music be na rahea bas ooooio

Es kea bab ek khamoshi hai wo ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ye be nahi rehachea....

Nathing.

Before the advent of neural networks, I could not find any such channel. There are a lot of them now, and the frequency of video output is amazing. If we hear AI nostalgia, I wouldn't be surprised (although everyone will write "no, no, what are you talking about". Well, at least on one channel, 2020 or earlier - there are no such channels)

תלקק לי את הכרס השמנמנה שלי אלי אבל אל תלחץ לי עלייה אסור יותר מדי אני רגישה אבל לך אלי מותר הכל הרי כבר הבנתה את זה

درود برشما با این موسیقی زیبا🌺🌺🙏🙏

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