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There once was a girl named Sima

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But when she makes a connection it becomes an amazing adjection
quid pro quo but now not for show
Farsi here, Farsi there it permeates the very air
They get it when she speaks, they express it with technique
Only you can get it if you've been born a similar spirit

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It's hard to change her when born reckless and selfless
They celebrate Yalda and Nowruz sometime put up the Christmas Spruce
The month of Ramadan from dusk until dawn
Breaking and fasting is quite breathtaking
It's hard to find that here in Cali, Persians usually come from Doll Valley

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Iranian Revolution, Iranian Evolution, Resistance and Fear
We are Persian not through government but through culture most dear
The respect and the family, the immediate to the stranger
From Iran to Indiana all the way to California

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From here old Indiana with nothing but the Aryan Race
The school of 5000, two groups collided but where, oh where should she Face?
Miss Indiana, the Asian Ameoba, oh where oh where is her place?

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Thinking and thinking is what she did, in Farsi then English like any other kid
"من نمی توانم برای دسامبر صبر" "It's a month to remember!"
Fingilisi a 1 two combo, where English and Farsi did a quid pro quo
Think me first! Say me second! Blurt me next! Not much pretext

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The school of 5000 was nothing short of the FBI and questioned and hollered for answers!
"What's it like in Iran? Is it the same as Afghan?"
"Can you tell us where the nuclears are, Bush tells us they're the ring leaders?"
She could not answer for she did not know
all the questioning was just a show

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There once was a girl named صورت
She was born in Montreal and kind of out of place
One day she left with her family to the great state of Minnesota
but didn't have much time to waste