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where can i find this track to download.  it is nice.

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أغـنيـة عـم بتنفــس كـيمـاوي _ اسماعيل تمر _ راب سـوري 2013.mp3

صل يا مولاي | الشيخ محمود إبراهيم |

ﺛﻨﺎﺋﻲ ﺍﻟﺼﺤﻮﻩ- ﻣﺼﺮ ﺍﻟﻤﺎﻣﻨﻪ

Sudanese Reggae artist Ayman mao with a massive chune <3 Free syria 

AYMAN MAO : SUDANESE REGGAE , BASHAR , FREE SYRIA <3

الي كل شهداء الثورة , دمكم غالي علينا .. لن نسكت .. نقاوم ولا نساوم

Ayman Mao Blood (دم شهداء سبتمبر 2013)

رسالة الى سوريا والة كل مواطن سوري والى كل شخص بحاول لتعدي عل سوريين 
اشترك بلقناة ليصيلك كل جديد من اغاني وحفلات  :) 
رابط يوت يوب :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T36WuXIARao&feature=youtu.be
رابط صفحتي عل فيس :https://www.facebook.com/sharef.RAP.35
رابط حسابي لشخصي للتواصل:https://www.facebook.com/sharef.963

اجمل راب سوري حزين اغنية رسالة الى sharif king جيل مجهول

محمد النصري

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Ahmed Amin 
music man 
producer artist 
music composer


Janayen Alsha6e Ahmed Amin

فاطمة عمر وزحل آدم - يا حنين 2013

Four Sudanese artists from different tribes, backgrounds and geographic locations came together, united as one, as one mic and as one voice. This message is for the people, by the people.

MOT, AL-SADIG, MISTA-D, AymanMAO

LA2 Extended Version

TRAGECOMEDY

First Verse :- BaRKo
Second Verse :-Wd Al_PorT
Third Verse :- https://soundcloud.com/don-doshka

CourS :- dOsHka & BaRkO

--
ShaKe A Head 
@2012

LA2 Extended Version

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