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شاه چشمخاكستري/‏ 181DedicationBefore this sorrow mountains bow,the vast river’s ceased to flow,the ever-strong prison boltshold the ‘convict crews’ now,5abandoned to deathly longing.For someone the sun glows red,for someone the wind blows fresh –but we know none of that, insteadwe only hear the soldier’s tread,10keys scraping against our flesh.Rising as though for early mass,