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Even if I die, where will people forget?
Words will testify to my death
The people were shocked when the preaching came
Today the message will give a new divine light
Some of the gusts of wind blow the cheeks
Like this time we will save the bile from the root
We are the children of that night, even in the gifts of the sun
Only cover your children
The sleeves will wear snake necklaces
The people will be sheltered in a new city
By handing over the keys of the city
They will then be given as a gift by the slain soldiers
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