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I took up my lute...
And began to hum a song
About my love,
Then the birds fluttered
And sang,
And the meadow cried out a million sighs...
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I sing, I sing, to a fertile meadow,
And its eyes rejoiced until tears flowed,
And it kept calling out and pleading:
Give me more poignant songs,
And give me more prayers...
Sabah El-kheir, Beirut newspaper, Issue 185, March 11, 1970
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