رها جون مرس۳۰ که به وبلاگمون سر می زنی. وقتی صدایی می آید دوستت دارم. وقتی سکوت است دوستت دارم. باز هم من تا ابد براي تو ميمانم. حتي اگه همه چي تموم شده باشه. حتي اگه ديگه برات ارزشي نداشته باشم.

Lean and smart he stood so tall. Like a White Lily on the Field but now his name is on The Wall. He made is Mother proud when he wore his uniform. Cut down, slain, another name not be mentioned on roll call. Alas his sweet face to his Mother is only a memory. Day after day she now grapples with her misery. Did he die in vain she ponders? A White lily that shot out from black miry mud. And yet the bullet hit his soft body with a thud.

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