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Poem	Waft, gentle gale, oh waft to Samarcand, When next thou visitest that blissful land, The plaint of Khorasania plunged in woe: Beart to Turania's King our piteous scroll, Whose opening brathes forth all the anguished soul, And close denotes what all the tortur'd know.
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