one two three four
Five, you have a white beard here
My father does not age
My father was a carpenter, he eats his wood
He was like a hero to me, I couldn't go on without him
He was Karam's first fan, even though he was mistaken for ``Nobody'' and ``Progressor''
I had just realized that one finds one's true friend at home
His presence was fuel for me
His absence was fuel for me
Combination of smile and wink
Every time it made me calm down quickly
He said, don't forget this
Finally, until noon, the ceiling will be above your head
He said, he is not supposed to be toast all the time
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