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So it passed in a wave, which was trampled by my pitcher
I had the imprints of God, my pitchers on this chalk

After that, the peddler put me on the shelf
Where I was afraid of breaking, I had my pitchers all night long
The beauty of your work, don't leave me unsatisfied
So in the continuous silence, someone spoke to me
May it not happen like this after you, I will remain on the same ground
In my gold carvings, no color fills my pitcher
Those who were nomads, seeing me in Kuza Gah
Everyone left in amazement, except me and my pitchers
It is time to finish my conversation with the fire
I'm still wet somewhere, a little late my custard
Recite the name of existence with me by giving me shape
Sometime early in the morning, draw me and my pitcher