Devices!
The friutful vine is like the sweet muse of your love,
But beat your breasts in lamentation! !
Because the war in Libya is still going on,
And i am still searching for my lover.
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I will come to you like a bridegroom from a canopy but,
For you are sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.I came out of my mother’s womb and,I drank my mother’s milk from her breasts;But today i am a grown up with matured teeth!But outside me are many wars than love.Come to me on Francoise,For the dark clouds are under my feet;And i am floating in the…
I am a man and,
And i need a woman to warm me up here!For i am dying slowly out of love and,This woman should come quickly to save me.
This man nearly died!
Then we fell in love and got married.But now,He wants to divorce me for another lady!
Virginity and teenage pregnancy,
But i am ready to guide you on.Can you walk along with me? !For I’ve prepared the ship of love to guide you on;And your Mama will cry if you fail to do the right thing.
I am gazing through the lattice of love,
For the rain is over and gone,And the winter is past and the summer is in!And i will be looking through my windows that,One day i will see the beauty of your shape.
Action speaks louder than words,
Bring me home to the place that i belong to and,Teach me how to fish for my daily food;For each heart knows its own bitterness.I am their byword and their object of ridicle,Like the homes appointed to all the living;But my glory will remain fresh within me always.Oh, a harp turns into mourning;And they remain…