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Fatima sits with a rock/Her house was her palace, and now it’s long gone, collapsed and damaged/To whom can she complain?/She fell victim to this trap in between proper and left…/Could it be written, if the troops occur or not?Once i investigate your eyes/It’s just like a starry night/They sparkle and shine from mine/Along with the brilliance