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Fatima sits on the rock/Her dwelling was her palace, and now it’s long gone, collapsed and damaged/To whom can she complain?/She fell target to this entice in between suitable and left…/Can it be written, whether or not the troops come or not?Oh, I'm a lonely painter/I are now living in a box of paints/I’m frightened with the devil/And I’m