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I'm sad, and this has nothing to do with Valiasr Street
Whose trees have forgotten me for years
I'm sad and it does not matter to you
You were not the son of your neighbor
Open up the window every morning
Without giving me the answer
With purple in my hair
I wish for a woman who loves
Learn how to take revenge
I'm sad that love is so kind
I'm out of the way
I've come to read your dreams
I'm out of the way
To tell of your cries
no way,
In the hands of the letters
You have to go back to the easy ceremony of your name.
I'm used to hearing your name
I
I have not written a manual
Read the dream you've learned to make
I
I'm raining down to time
I've learned to cry out from your tears
tell me
In this sleepless riddle,
What have I done?
Who are the poets who created my own grief?