« I have come again and am shining like gold on the dusty road after years it is not the smell of soil it is the smell of my birthplace. » —Mujib Mehrdad, The specks of birthplace
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My heart is burning, Every time I hear your name_ Wished I hadn’t been born; It really gives me such pain. How much you suffered! No one knows_ How much were you tortured!... media_text
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Humanity consists of men and women, so the earth needs both of them for its development. If we visualize a human to a bird which flies by its two wings then we can easily claim that woman is one of the wings and... media_text
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بیا یک بار دیگر بیگانه شویم هر دو در قصه عشق خود افسانه شویم هر دو media_text
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Still you can see the blue under the nose media_text
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If you come in the fall media_text
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I have decided you can go media_text
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Love is all, love is flower media_text
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این منم آری منم اسیر زلف و روی تو هر جا روم من در بدر هستم به جستجوی تو media_text
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Feet still wet from the freeze media_text
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For Khorshid, whose name means Sun It’s always the sandals that are left on the scene, media_text
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