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Every night, If you'll look closely enough at the sky, You could see the thousands of Iranian children silently, Walking trough the minefield, With plastic keys hanging from their necks that were promised to bring them to paradise, When the mines will explode.
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
Plastic Keys To Paradise
Every night, If you'll look closely enough at the sky, You could see the thousands of Iranian children silently, Walking trough the minefield, With plastic keys hanging from their necks that were promised to bring them to paradise, When the mines will explode.
Let's take a moment and keep in mind all the Iranian children that lost their lives, while going before the army trough the minefields to "demoralize the enemy and to show the determination of the Iranian people".
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
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