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adulterer \ aiad al khayat

adulterer

I am an adulterer
And the hands of the actors
Turned into effective conditions
I went to a witch
I complained to him
who am I
A bad or a good
He said
You are good
He took a thousand dinars
And I'm still adulterer
He is still a witchp

aiad al khayat

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