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the orchards of Ankara

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I threw the yarn up but its end point remained behind
Its difficult part remained on the wool spinning comb
I loved, but some else took away
Inside me the pain remained
 
There's the orchards of Ankara
And also the twisty crooked roads
When were you gotten drunk
That you can't raise your arms
 
I've put the apple to load
I've put bending the mouth of the sack
You took my darling from my hands
And left me desperate (as neck bent)
 
There's the orchards of Ankara
And also the twisty crooked roads
When were you gotten drunk
That you can't raise your arms
 
I have a tether on the bottom side
Also a comforter of pressed wool
That dearling is mine so if they allow me
I have ten sacrificial sheeps