In the beautiful Temple of the Sun there are voices, demonstrations, manifestations and no controllers.
In the Temple of the Sun there are black clouds and other white clouds and no voices louder than the voice of opium Khat and the juice of raisins.
In the Temple of the Sun there are the voices of bereaved people, voices of rebels and the trade of slave and relatives.
In the Temple of the Sun there are floods, which flood above and below the majestic river.
In the Temple, the horizon is approaching the Temple of the Sun and the beloved one.
In the Temple of the Sun there is the Blue Dove and the Majestic Hoopoe of Solomon.
In the Temple of the Sun there are old lyrical cylinders and prayer respondent.
In the Temple of the Sun, there are voices of fish and honey trade and the strange merchant.
In the Temple of the Sun there are voices of medicals, ills and the smuggling trade.
There are the voices of the Temple of the Sun and the Strange Theatre of Opium Khat.
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