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<pre><font color=#FF0000 size=4 face=Times New Roman>STORY</font></pre>
<pre><font size=4 face= Times New Roman>Your lips are red 
Your hands are white 
Take my hands, child, 
Hold them a while. 

In the village where I was born 
There were no walnut trees 
That's why I yearn for coolness 
Fondle me a while. 

In the village where I was born 
There were no cornfields 
So scatter your hair child 
Flaunt it a while. 

In the village where I was born 
The north winds blew 
That's why my lips are cracked 
Kiss them a while 

In the village where I was born 
Bandits struck by night 
That's why I hate to be alone 
Speak with me a while 

In the village where I was born 
Men did not know how to laugh 
That's why I'm still so unhappy 
Make me laugh a while 

You are light and beauty, like my country 
The village where I was born was beautiful too 
Now tell me of the place where you were born 
Tell me a while.

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<br>Translated by Bernard LEWIS</blockquote>
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