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Into the entrains of a being
lay a little dead fetus
that never could see the light her creator with him
her time has come, without knowing her end
Which isr is dead! I'm dead! sorry, No!!
His,mother feelt some symptom inside
who will be the foremen for giving the pass to the fetus
that not born
his creator wait for driving it into a baby carriage but
he will carry his coffin.
Which isr is dead! I'm Dead! Sorry, no!!
It has not born! Is dead! no
It went directly into a box
The day of his birth
is turn in the day
of his burial
A prayer try
to save his soul
that never saw
or know the life.
Which isr Is dead! I'm dead! Sorry, No!!

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