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زخم، روی تنِ من بود
یا تو...
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"حسن آذری"

Inside this cold heart is a dream
That's locked in a box that I keep
Buried a hundred miles deep
Deep in my soul in a place that's surrounded by aeons of silence And somewhere inside is the key
To everything I want to feel
But the dark summer dawns of my memory
Are lost in a place that can never be
Can someone please show me the way?
Can someone please help me?
'Cause I cannot see and silence is raging
Silence is raging
Silence, silence, fade into silence Silence, silence, fade into silence Memory, memory, sad is the key to memory
Memory, sad is the key to memory

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