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I went out with her; she walking, and drawing behind us, over our footmarks,/ The skirts of an embroidered woolen garment, to erase the footprints./ Then when we had crossed the enclosure of the tribe,/ The middle of the open plain, with its sandy undulations and sandhills, we sought...
The Poem of Umru al Quais, from The Mu'allaqat

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