My Prayer Rug In My Room Was Made Of She ...

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My prayer rug in my room was made of sheepskin,
The water we drank flowed in a rush,
In the mountains the hound rabbits played,
All is lost, my beautiful village.

That fresh air smelled sweet,
Your crops turned yellow,

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