Read up more on soil that had wings ... if you walk up to a strange feet on the ground that a mockery Jbrvtshan ... if the sky that the soil be undetectable khomeyni children in Nabz investment Janet heard the ancient cemetery of twists and magnificent manifestations of the spiritual life of humanity to a party ... maybe these soils would have been the eighth day, the sun never step after centuries 22042 of separation and distance of the heavenly banquet Karbala five high blood The heat of the plains 22042 have flown long ascent with a passion ... Maybe there is Shalamcheh ...
Say the soil is not dirt, not gold ... no way that guy was going to say ... not less than thirty years after the resale corner of a cemetery abandoned his tomb ... but the love of the eternal elixir to Yemen blue sky filled with smoke and fire but did Tlayyh wave, Copper Tee testimony to the existence Ryshh heat fried balls of Badr and Khyber alchemy, gold was still horny and regret still lives in the heart of the desert stricken Rfyqanshan in search 22042 of magic bones removed ... maybe this is where Tlayyh ...
Have the name Arvand ... the sharp and spicy ... that voice ... a wild time in the Nafzsh blue eyes staring back if you do not believe Stand quiet heart so filled with rage and rage to be Even fantasy Fav Baathists from the predominantly green and red headband is comfortable with you ... You still look at the expanse of the river Dryanshan 22042 And you, what do you think valfajr coded ear vestibule Constable storm Fort Arvand whisper that these gentle ROM and the army opened Mussa apocalypse ... maybe ... maybe there was a secret Rzmshan or Fatima Zahra is Arvand Kenar ...
Raise your hand drawings on a stand ... Are your eyes a deep look inside the adjacent Strait of Hor and the insurmountable ... The more you ground with the mind the more struggle helpless stand up .. . perhaps this Bog Swallows that were conquered by the Holy Almbyn and forced to open their testimony wings and bodies to make them grow for you and I ... may be a memorial 22042 to spread its fragrance flap Today legs Heavy soil and eaten to remind us throw off ... maybe there is Chzabh strait 22042 ...
Again, no matter how strong you stand to loose Zanvant the glory of man myth and delivery in Texas and Berkeley mystical 22042 midnight of the trench fighting irregular dusty and took the game ... How much will you man Mstfa take your hand and take you to the ascension of his paintings and the high glamorous trappings of humility to show the world ... maybe was supposed to fit arms CHAMRAN the popular Hamishegi his mystical Monajat ... maybe it's Dhlavyh here is ...
The walls are a different aromas soil here than anywhere else ... if the rain has fallen ... There seventies nostalgia She swallows without any noise ... when the story of dust and blood drawn to fill Lightly hear the tears do not let a rainy courtyard to your eyes ... you will have a deep heart cry of the oppressed and friends Ghrybsh Seyyed ... and god damn ... maybe this point Bani-Sadr remaining passengers Karbala airport for the flight to curb the rise Srkhshan chose ... maybe there sandy horseshoe Myraskhvar Baathist tanks and troops, were Sa'ad life ... maybe there is a curb ...
Ten years ago it was plain to be seen if this place is full of dust and the wind was a levee that does hard battle at the heart of the war years ... where Kiborit plain dirt have seen a few flag Chfyh Jannat al-Baqi a cemetery Canopy days ... they were suffering men holy war here on earth fell lonely and full set ... Today, after ten years of not so quiet here is not so simple ... but all the same Ghrbtsh Maybe there should be a checkpoint Zaid ...
The mosque martyr Mahmoudvand not forget you ... I say ... Do you remember that three years ago, wrapped in a shroud of anonymity Kbvtrhayy White with their small stature of how tall once Srkshman breath and sit down and make our sleeping and they broke our hearts with beautiful ideals of Air? Do you remember how the teenager's shoulders ... it's like children lost fathers went up and down his childish nostalgia sob cried? The Golden 22042 Phoenix 22042 Nest ... Maybe here ... Maybe this world is burning martyrs Ascension is here ...
But here ... here's the envy of Ashura victims Raml his mental ascension to the caravan of Imam Husain along the current of time, uh ... here one day and some Horny Deldadeh so much with the hands Hsrtshan Hosseini Qnvt tears have been following God's 22042 Throne Karbala and Ashura feet wide, running in minutes 22042 on their own ... so expressive voice and honest 22042 "or Lytna <http://www.howstuffworks.com/laptop.htm> Mkm their" hot, dry desert that God put ting dry lips and their cracked with thirst alchemy watered down ... Here bezel shambles Karbala its gates to the eye wet and spent the butterfly wings were burnt again ... maybe this means there the angels of God. " Our Alam Annie La Tlmvn "to be seen ... maybe here avini camera frame to the width of the flight she did not know ... maybe there is Fkh ...
Perhaps here the echo of bullets and artillery and mortars still listen, and fill the plains and hills, and the waves are going to be Raml
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