In a golden bowl a slave
 In front of black wheel
 Puts on green and goes ahead
 Still remembering her pain
 From her bloody flashes glow
 She remembers her gaming
 How she played
 How tunes went
 She remembers all the moves
 She remembers empty groves
 On which she was seating
 When her heart wasn’t beating
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