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Imadeddin Nasimi Though grief consume the heart, a true love cannot be found (with music)

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This audiobook includes poetic samples of socio-philosophical background, created in different genres by the great Azerbaijani poet Imadaddin Nasimi (1369-1417) in his native language.
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Рассказчик: Stephen Lyons
Издательство: Креативное агентство "Colorit"
Длительность: 2 мин. 16 сек.
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