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Yesterday

when I was young

The taste of life was sweet

As rain upon my tongue

I  teased at life as if it were a foolish game

The way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame

The thousand dreams I dreamed

The splendid things I planned

I always built alas on weak and shifting sand

I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day

And only  now    I see

    how                              

 the years                                   

       ran away                                           

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                                                                 ۱/ اســــفـــــــــنــــــــــد/ ۱۳۸۸