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My last hope… Dear Mahdi! This night is your birthnight and the anniversary of my perplexity. What am I to do without you? If you weren't in my privacy, no doubt I would die. Sayyedi! How many times did you pass my heart's lane with your white horse, and I fell asleep besides the lane? I've fell a deep asleep, and don't hear your white horse neighing. Whenever Friday comes, we all open our heart's doors.we clear our hearts; cause we are all waiting..we are all waiting for the Friday when we pray besides you. I'm waiting for the day when you bring my annoyance to an end, and unite the broken parts of my heart.
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ساعت 8:30 AM توسط samira |
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Name :Samira
Age : 9teen Birthplace : The city of sorrow Father’s name : Endeavor Mother’s name : Affection Birthday : The day of misfortune Condition : Alone Crime : Having been born Conviction : Living |
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شهریور 1388 مرداد 1388 تیر 1388 آذر 1387 تیر 1387 اردیبهشت 1387 فروردین 1387 شهریور 1386 مرداد 1386 تیر 1386 خرداد 1386 فروردین 1386 اسفند 1385 بهمن 1385 آبان 1384 اردیبهشت 1382 |
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چرت و پرت عشقولانه هایی برای امام زمان اشعار عشقولانه what is a friend love letters To my dear Lee Young Aee To my friend Zahra فروش کامل جواهری در قصر To my beloved ones poem & lyric |
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