IRINN July 3, 2024
, it comes again to the light of our hope, a bright dawn from the loving breaths of our martyr, a dawn from the bright presence from distant horizons, its light from the rain of hope, and its soul from the joy of you and me. Iran, iran, heartbeat of my heart, iran your name is pure and my language is iran, my soul is iran, your name is pure on my tongue. Bring the glad tidings of rain to the breath of the desert, to the dry vein of the trees, to the tired night of the porch. Siavash, just pass b...
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