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My life is uncultivated land, flower I touch stripped of petals; in my fatal path someone is sowing evil for me to harvest. |
Mi vida es un erial, flor que toco se deshoja; que en mi camino fatal alguien va sembrando el mal para que yo lo recoja. |
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