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By all means, women are killed There is no way to kill women And in every home for lovers there is a need And it is nothing but a lesson and a cry And I weep for a rest Is it too late to weep? as if your eyes had no view of it that house…

begging to stay with every good omen, And with every good neighbor, or yesterday He called him Saad, thinking that he would live by him. age, Saad the slaughterer made him familiar