Bicik
Biçim
Biblo
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
(America never was America to me.)
altın
Yet a second charge they bring:
olan
rezervine
Bicik
Biçim
Biblo
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
(America never was America to me.)
altın
Yet a second charge they bring:
olan
rezervine