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At noon in the kasbah
When the souk was packed
I’d be walking around
My chest toned and hard
And they’d all be saying: What a guy
And as I walked down the alleyways
From every window…
Fare well, O fathers! Implore Allah that He have mercy upon us.
Look, see! How are we going to make it? Hadj Guillaume is tormented [lit., his blood is burning].
O, alas! How this…