Love, don't cry out my name.
Father sold me already to
Kabul's jihadi of Taliban fame.
Love, don't weep in the street.
Virtue is lost sooner in brothels
than in markets with gossip heat.
Father sold me already to
Kabul's jihadi of Taliban fame.
Love, don't weep in the street.
Virtue is lost sooner in brothels
than in markets with gossip heat.
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