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    Afghan woman, deemed a princess
    Born a true blue thoroughbred
    Head a chiselled face of fables
    Omen of no ill

    Hills that spread around your chamber
    Blooms that twine around your ears
    Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years

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    Clad in sacks and scraps of linen
    Living 'neath your waterwell
    Praying that my youthy pauper's face
    Will quench you well

    Gazelle girl striding through your palace
    Precious jewels nestle in your hair
    Rameses born with platinum future
    Take my heart and care.

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