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I lived so much once, I have surprised as well lives as always I know that I would reappear. With Your! Mame Egnin! The dawn wounded me because too much rancour for his/her children mislaid in the thirst for the matter. Old woman, savage, but so desirable, I cross the worlds of imaginary and conveys the drum of the defeat of pure pride. With Your! The horn summons me to varnish that which refuses to die. I go, I haunt the corridor of the unions because it is thus, in mud, the microbes, that all becomes so alive! It is this evening, pitches my water-bottle, which I will inherit the breath of my Master! Of what is nourished this world?