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Walk of wild love. That a day the crow whitens, and that this day one says you: 'The sea to dry is fallow, and this is the honey that one draws in the middle of the pink bay leaf, and one finds the acacia without thorn and the snake without venin, inoffensive the bullets, and that the powder to the flames does more not break itself' : I no longer want to leave you, my love, that day! Berber text anonymous, collected in Chleuh, 1939.
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