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Jan 2018
She calls me a smart
I call myself a small
I'm a tiny like an ant
I carry my own things
To achieve what whishes wait for me
Yeah,world is round
Sky is round
I'm a tiny like an ant
Open  my mind' window
To recieve the intution' facts
Parastoo Abbaszadeh
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Parastoo Abbaszadeh  21/Two-Spirit/Urmia
(21/Two-Spirit/Urmia)   
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