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My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive doอพ Dressed quite formal, black and whiteอพ soon movement turned to nasty fight.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.