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Who built Thebes of the seven gates
In the books you will find the names of kings
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock
And Babylon, many times

What do the roses do, mother,
Now that the summer's done
They lie in the bed that is hung with
And dream about the sun

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, turning to waterfalls under our very eyes
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Mother, when will my hair-braid grow
milk you said will make it grow,but still it remains so short
Mother when will my hair-braid growyou said like Bal it would be strong,his braid has grown fat and long,combing , braiding, bathing, dryi...

Write me what you're wearing
Is it warm
Write me how you lie
Do you lie there softly

Why did you tell me lies?
Why did you let me die?
Why there’s the biggest price
To love? Just tell me – why?
From where this desolation?