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watered Laila's house, where their charges settled, A sacrament of the name and the flood of its clouds How many nights did she give me her imagination, and the plain of the Fife below it, and their bundles The country is good with its…

And in four of me, four of you are dissolved What do I know? I face you in my eyes or saliva in my mouth Or the pronunciation in my hearing, Mother of love in my heart