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Their love was quiet and pure, built on the steady rhythm of the seasons. Farrokh realized that the "simple" life of the shepherd’s daughter was richer than anything he had known in the city. He didn't want to take her away to the gray streets; he wanted to stay in her world of open skies.

In the golden foothills of the Alborz Mountains, where the air tastes of wild zest and cold springs, lived a girl named Sahar. To the villagers, she was simply the shepherd’s daughter. While others spent their days in the bazaar, Sahar spent hers chasing the horizon with her father’s flock. Their love was quiet and pure, built on

Are you interested in the of the lyrics? In the golden foothills of the Alborz Mountains,

Farrokh, a young man from the bustling city, had come to the highlands to find peace. He first saw her standing on a jagged ridge at sunset, her silhouette framed by a burning orange sky. She wasn't just a girl; she seemed like the soul of the mountain itself. Are you interested in the of the lyrics

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