a sickness doctors can’t cure,Inexorably pulling well destruction,Cons — Ibn Hazm Al-Andalusi, ?�?�?� ?�?�?�?�?�?�?� ?�?? ?�?�?�?�?�?� ?�?�?�?�?�?�?�

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I have a sickness doctors can't cure,Inexorably pulling me to the well of my destruction,Consented to be a sacrifice, killed for her love,Eager, like the drunk gulping wine mixed with poison,Shameless were those my nights,Yet my soul loved them beyond all passion.

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