~1 دقیقه مطالعه • بروزرسانی ۶ خرداد ۱۴۰۴
The years when the night is filled with night,
My wooden chair stands by the window
and I fear That the termites might rage and steal from me The joy of waiting
My wooden chair stands by the window
and I fear That the termites might rage and steal from me The joy of waiting
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