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Laban I will not slake my thirst on your loins if you won’t acknowledge my hunger Do not deceive me any longer for I cannot contain my eyes Of all the tribes you know me not and none of my writing Trickery did not conceive me nor my children’s children I did not die on a lonely road For nothing! |
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