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RIDER by ABUL QASIM OF ALCIRA

Last Line: WEIRD ENCHANTMENTS FOR YOUR SAKE.

Rider, rider hurrying
Ever since the world was born,
Halt a moment at my spring
With the sunset and the morn.

Loiter where my river flows
Sliding like a speckled snake,
And the wizard zephyr blows
Weird enchantments for your sake.



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