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The Great Khan's Hokkus. I met a woman who seemed at the time to be found out of legend. A girl of beauty so I cried in Aleppo the first tears I’ve shed. I thought perhaps she’d marry me on an altar of Baghdad’s bodies. Maybe she would have if only I’d stopped just some of the fire and rape. And yet she’d not kill, and the wind blow o’er our hills, and ride on we will. |
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