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Laila Akhyaliyya

"So they hear their sounds and hungry cries
And give them back from that as echo
They bend to the naked heads as if they
Are boy's balls made of rabbit's skin
When the dark leaves them they give them
a drink of the pool nearby never empty.
The name of harshness is theirs and chicks
Make an uproar that is not understood...."

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