I was wondering where I had seen her
And I remembered that I had killed her with the fire of my love and flame;
When I met her Badiah ** in the mountains of Shadia ** But be the owner of the eyes of the club
And I came to me, and I came to her eye, and she knew that she was her
And fled from me at the high orchards
And I cried out, and said, Where is she?
And burned the Badia and died inside it ** No No will not be she will not die
Then came the care and split the mountains Shadia ** And brought out the water net ** Fmmd fire and remained in the city club
And I rejoiced and said, It is not dead, she is not dead
But an old woman came to him and told me that she died, she was dead
And I said to her, 'No, you are not false women.'
But she knew that the hard truth ** died was dead

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