ﯾﻪ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯿﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ ﯾﻪ ﺭﻭﺯ...ﮐﻪ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺯﺩﻥ ﺭﻭ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷ

ﯾﻪ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯿﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ ﯾﻪ ﺭﻭﺯ...ﮐﻪ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺯﺩﻥ ﺭﻭ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ

ﻋﺎﺷﻖ ﻓﺼﻞ ﺑﻬﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﯽ...ﯾﻪ ﺯﻣﺴﺘﻮﻥ ﻣﻦ ﺭﻭ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ

ﺑﺎ ﯾﻪ ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻢ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩ...ﺑﺎ ﯾﻪ ﺁﻏﻮﺵ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﺩﻡ ﻣﯽ ﺩﺍﺩ

ﺍﻭﻥ ﮐﻪ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺸﺖ ﻣﻨﻮ ﯾﮏ ﻋﻤﺮﯼ...ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﮐﺮﺩﻧﻮ ﯾﺎﺩﻡ ﻣﯽ ﺩﺍﺩ

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ﯾﻪ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺗﻮ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯿﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻓﺖ...ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﺑﻄﻪ ﻣﻮﻥ ﮐﻢ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩ

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ﯾﺎﺩﻣﻪ ﺑﺪ ﺷﺪ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﻫﺮﺩﻭﻣﻮﻥ...ﻃﻌﻨﻪ ﻫﺎﺷﻮ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪ ﺯﺩ

ﻣﻬﺮﺑﻮﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﯽ ﺧﻨﺠﺮﺷﻮ...ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻮﻥ ﺩﺳﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺑﺨﺸﯿﺪ ﺯﺩ

ﺷﻬﺮِ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻓﺘﺮِ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﺍﺗﻤﻪ...ﺭﺩ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﻢ ﺍﺯ ﯾﻪ ﺟﺎﻫﺎﯾﯽ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ

ﺗﻮﯼ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺷﻬﺮ ﯾﻪ ﺧﯿﺎﺑﻮﻧﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮﺵ...ﯾﻪ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻗﺪﻡ ﻣﯽ ﺯﺩ ﯾﻪ ﺭﻭﺯ

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