Death Talking
If I come to the world again
I will be a person with a good head
I will sleep early in the evening
What I have to do is in the bowls
Sundays
I will visit the parks
My wife ..
I do not know him
Know that
I say that
To die or not die
All matters
Growing up human death
In the evenings,
Wake up in the morning
And the wind is scattered in the wind
It grows.
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