If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. — Ahmad Shamlou
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If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.

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