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"I am from those distant places
where are the camels around
caravans wander decorously.
And the face is there in the morning
The winds burn
They carry the heat of the desert.
The sun is from the west there
Will run to the east
And the coolness will drive away.
Stay, come in,
And then fly away
You are on the carpet in the Arabian night...."
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