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As a misfortune of life, we have the fate of living sad and in solitude, we are a tree from heaven, and, from the celestial sky, we look at the roots left behind. Through these patterns, we show my love and devotion to my family. I created an ode for my siblings and my parents. I consecrate those who will come. And in sadness, we sing our destiny that we suffer the same unfortunate fate of syphilis, but let us sing the shining memories and the blessings with love.
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