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I was a need
in your songs
when
you touched the moon
There is a beautiful land somewhere between the mountains of Turkey and deserts of Arabia who is hiding my roots in her sad heart.
Three thousands years ago, my grand grand parents came here and created the wonderful civilization of Persia. As you know, food always calls hunger. Greeks, Arabs, Turks, Mongols, Afghans… came here for gold and they found what they wished but they lost themselves in the ocean of beauty.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- I have painted
your face
so beautiful
as my dream could fly
you have painted
my life
so wonderful
as your beauty could fly
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Tehran
State/Country: Iran
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