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White rose red rose
Comes from among roses
My darling has weared white "azya"*
Comes from Friday prayer
I'm the withy (an instrument) of that darling
I'm her withy (and) sound
I want her hands to be in my hands
I'm willing to go begging
Their house has emigrated, what shall I do
She crossed the bridge, What shall I do
Friend on face, betrayer in heart
What shall I do such a friend
*I don't know what "azya" is. I'm sorry.
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*Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises-----
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