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Posted: September 5, 2012 in مغز نوشته ها

ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﭘﻮﭺ ﺗﺮ اﺯ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ ي ﻳﻚ ﭘﺴﺘﻪ ي ﻛﺎﻝ, ﺩﺭ ﺣﺴﺮﺕ ﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪﻥ ﻓﺮﺩا ﺷﺪﻩ اﺳﺖ.
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﻧﺎﻥ ﺷﺪ و ﺳﮓ ﮔﺎﺯﺵ ﺯﺩ.
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺟﻮﻙ ﺷﺪ و ﺩﺭ ﻟﺤﻆﻪ ي ﻣﺮﮒ, ﻣﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪﻳﻢ
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺧﻮاﻫﻢ ﻛﺮﺩ
ﺑﻌﺪ ﻧﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ
ﭘﺪﺭ ﻟﻂﻴﻔﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮاﻫﻢ ﺷﺪ

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