Prostitute

Behind bars of jocund company, unhappy I dwell;Pleasant as the beauteous palace the city may be,And as spacious as the golden domes my room is,Yet the bird has its wings waste in the garden of iron cage. Little drops of water have its thirsty cup wish fulfilled;Whispers of unknown love enthralled the blossoming flower;And I certainly lying afore every visitor for few coins,Definitely have pleasure removed than circumstances compelled. In...

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