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Binesh Breathing stale air depresses me.

وقت گل دادن عشق
روی دار قالی
بی‌سبب حتی
پرتاب گل سرخی را ترسیدیم
شهریار قنبری ~

,وای بر ما
که ما چه فراموش کاریم



On the Valentine's day it's awkward for me to express hate, so I can only say that a day will come when it will be the day of reckoning against those who committed these murders. It may not be tomorrow or next week or next year, but it will come. I'm sure of it, as history tells us so. In the mean time, I won't forget these names.