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یکشنبه 30 آبان‌ماه سال 1389
... and nothing else at all ...


Yesterday 


when I was young


The taste of life was sweet
As rain upon my tongue
I teased at life
as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze
May tease the candle flame

The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built to last
on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night
and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see
how the time ran away

Yesterday 


when I was young


So many lovely songs
were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures
lay in store for me
And so much pain
my eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time
and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think
what life was all about
And every conversation
that I can now recall
Concerned itself with me
and nothing else at all

The game of love I played
with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit
too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made
all somehow seemed to slip away
And only now I'm left
alone to end the play,
...

yesterday

when I was young
So many, many songs
were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures
lay in store for me
And so much pain
my eyes refused to see
There are so many songs
in me
that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste
of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me
to pay for yesterday


When I


was 


young