I'm man - I bend the law
I can snatch a soul
In its utopian row
How odd - the show
When curtains close
What shall cool thy brow?
Oh, Noura! The storm?
Such has fate cordoned -
Your role - in a loop
Of norms wont to bondage
Whose introjection -
The curse centuries old.
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