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A basket a basket who's owner yo
A basket you are on the ground...
seems old and tired... The wind plays on you
.. its sound horrible and panic...
a basket ...a basket who's owner you?
Lives with man, animal or nobody!
Stop, don't cry.. don't mow...
still here, under rains in the winter...
still there, under the burning sun's beams.
In the past, women carried you in her hand...walks with you,
talks to you, complains to you...
A basket, where is your friend?
Stroll everything, without caring in time...
A basket, what is your secret? Who's owner you?
You are lone with sad and sorrow...
looking for what? The time was gone
...children, people and dogs stamp for you?
A basket hurries up your turn is coming?
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