I wanna tell a story,
Back then in a memory,
When i was a little chick,
My mama used to pinch me and shout,
I should go to the forest,
And bring her a lioness..

Wind blew, ice melt and time came,
I gave my pump tame and took the fame,
To the forest i packed for a fainting hunt,
I never knew my knife could be so blunt..

I tasted sour and sweet doubts,
Smelling red and attractive shouts,
Then i met a cave with wet holes,
Agonized lullaby with pale wools,
Couldn't tell what it was ..

Dead Lilly with irrigated fumes,
That was the tale ..
No signs of waking despite cures,
Tired of swimming the hurting pool,
Then i took my way before i turned out a real fool..

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