Every morning,
The streets of Tehran
The sound of breaking bones, neck Guilty vector,
begins
When I pass my hand books
Girl dressed in the intersection,
With a chunk of fresh bread residual youth
Soda is
University, ah! University!
Eighteen shots echo along with you in the morning
How can lodge "can not" sit quiet and peace and quiet?
Benches empty,
Footprints in the heat of a prisoner friends
Professor what he wants to say today?
If you let today's lesson,
But to leave university
To join the battle.
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