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What was I, I wandered into the desert of Gamish,
I was a fruit, I wouldn't be when I was drinking
There was no one like my step,
I had no sasim, nor any help.
You got it from my own knowledge, from my tribe,
You released me away from my foal and my button.
Take a piece of me from head to toe
You pierced through with "Be!", O agha.
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