Love grows if well-fed.
Eight white lines, stripe
And they walked to cross
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Cold shower
It is now three days
That cold are water pipes
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Of not said
Iranian by my birth
My heart is everywhere.
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Final breath
Stood there as if rock
Silent, watched
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Two sisters
They were born and raised in
Their simple melting-pot,
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Cohen in court
Hey listen Leonard
I will go to the judge
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