Faraway
no one
is stranger.
Start your voice
in a tall mountain!
with your flute
in tear drops.
Faraway
no one is stranger.
The moon going to stroll
in blue sky
every night.
Faraway
shade of the sun
with fishes of deep voice
in four seasons
of tall Alborz Mountain.
And
Caspian breeze...
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