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Here is the graying of the womb and I wake up – the poet Al-Buhtari

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Is there a tearing eye in every house of yours – Poet Al-Buhturi

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God is your neighbor in your departure – the poet Al-Buhtari

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The people of the neighborhood are about to disperse – Al-Buhtari poet

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You got what you got, you hateful mother – the poet Al-Buhtari

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And laughing at my expressions and my weeping – the poet Al-Buhtari

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Myself protect you and my parents are both – Al-Buhtari poet

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And a scientist, and I was ignorant of my medicine – the poet Al-Buhtari