ﻫـــﻮﺍ ﮐــﻪ ﺳــﺮﺩ ﺑﺸــﻮﺩ
ﺩﻟﻬـــﺎ ﯾـــﺦ ﻣــﯽ ﺯﻧـــﺪ
ﺩﻭﺳﺘــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﻫـــﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻫـــﺎﻥ ﻣـــﯽ ﻣــﺎﺳــﺪ
ﺍﺷﮑﻬـــﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺳــﺮﺍﺯﯾــﺮﯼ ﮔـــﻮﻧــﻪ ﻫـــﺎ ﯾـــﺦ ﻣـــﯽ ﺑﻨــﺪﺩ
ﻭ ﻧﯿـﺴـﺖ ﺁﻏــﻮﺵ ﮔــﺮﻣــﯽ ﮐـﻪ ﺑﺨــﺰﯼ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻭ ﺩﻣــﯽ ﻓــﺮﺍﻣﻮﺵ ﮐﻨـــﯽ
ﺳــﺮﻣــــﺎﯼ ﺭﻭﺯﮔـــﺎﺭ ﺭﺍ
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