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ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻬﺎ ﻣﻴﻔﻬﻤﻴﺪﻧﺪ ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﻣﺤﺪﻭﺩ ﺩﺭﻛﻨﺎﺭ ﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺘﻨﺪ،
ﻧﺎﻣﺤﺪﻭﺩ ﻫﻤﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﺷﺘﻨﺪ !
ﺍﯾﻨﻘﺪﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﺭﺍ ﻧﮕﯿﺮ،
ﺍﯾﻨﻘﺪﺭ ﺑﺎ ﺗﮑﺒﺮ ﻭ ﻏﺮﻭﺭ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻧﺰﻥ،
ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺑﺮﺍﺯ ﻋﻼﻗﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻧﮑﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻓﻮﻕ
ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺩﻩ ﺍﯼ،
ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺍﻭﻥ ﮐﻢ ﺗﻮﻗﻌﻪ !
ﺑﻪ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺳﻨﮓ ﻗﺒﺮ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻦ
ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﺗﻮﻟﺪ - ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﻣﺮﮒ
ﺁﻧﻬﺎ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺑﺎ ﻳﻚ ﺧﻂ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻢ ﺟﺪﺍ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﻧﺪ،
ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺧﻂ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﻧﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﻫﻨﺪﻩ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻣﺪﺗﻴﺴﺖ
ﻛﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻛﺮﻩ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﻳﻢ،
ﻣﺎ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻳﻚ " ﺧﻂ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ " ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﻣﻲ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ !
ﻭ ﺍﺭﺯﺵ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺧﻂ ﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻛﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﻲ ﺩﺍﻧﻨﺪ ﻛﻪ
ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭﺭﺯﻳﺪﻩ ﺍﻧﺪ.
ﺁﻧﭽﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻣﻬﻢ ﺍﺳﺖ ﭘﻮﻝ ﻭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻭ ﺛﺮﻭﺗﻲ ﻛﻪ
ﺑﺎﻗﻲ ﻣﻲ ﮔﺬﺍﺭﻳﻢ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ، ﺑﻠﻜﻪ ﭼﮕﻮﻧﻪ ﮔﺬﺭﺍﻧﺪﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ
ﺧﻂ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ.
ﺑﻴﺎ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻳﻜﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻴﻢ،
ﺑﻪ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻫﻤﻨﻮﻉ ﺑﺎﺷﯿﻢ،
ﺩﻳﺮﺗﺮ ﻋﺼﺒﺎﻧﻲ ﺷﻮﻳﻢ،
ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻗﺪﺭﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ،
ﻛﻤﺘﺮ ﻛﻴﻨﻪ ﺗﻮﺯﻱ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ،
ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﺍﺣﺘﺮﺍﻡ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﻢ،
ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ ﺑﺰﻧﻴﻢ .
ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﻳﺎﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻴﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ " ﺧﻂ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ " ﺧﻴﻠﯽ
ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ...
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Catfish are waiting for the hook
Old lady blackbird flirts with the scarecrow
Scarecrow is waving at the moon
Old Mr. Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump
With the magic of June
When Mr. Eastwind shouts overhead
Then all the leaves turn yellow and red
Down in the meadow
Corn stalks are high
Pumpkins are ripe and ready for pie
Old lady blackbird flirts with the scarecrow
Scarecrow is waving at the moon
Old Mr. Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump
With the magic of June
When Mr. Northwind rolls on the breeze
Old Father Christmas trims all the trees
