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The madwoman
runs through the bazaars
And when she finds
thoughts of my Beloved
wandering the muddy lanes,
she swirls and twirls
and throws her arms
up in the sky.
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You are currently browsing the monthly archive for November 2007.
The madwoman
runs through the bazaars
And when she finds
thoughts of my Beloved
wandering the muddy lanes,
she swirls and twirls
and throws her arms
up in the sky.