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Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand?. Who has taken you far from my land?. Who has said that my sayings were wrong?. And who will say that I stayed much too long? Clothes of sand have co
Don't you have a word to show what may be done. Have you never heard a way to find the sun. Tell me all that you may know. Show me what you have to show. Won't you come and say. If you know the w