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walking lightly on bridges that are already fragile
I slowly approached the camp to rest
the sound of the sheep's whisper again eating delicious flowers in the garden
disturbing comfort I rest

I tried to prevent the sheep crowd
by driving them away from eating delicious they
sheep rushing toward the bridge
some of them fall into the water

as if the sheep waved a helping hand
I started taking the phone for help
Soon the aid came with the plane
with a loud voice that sounded out of curiosity
even the heart is happy

the sheep that fell into the water was not saved
the heart that once rejoiced in a moment of grief
I was walking lethargic, pain that enveloped
I fell asleep dreaming of the corpses of the sheep under the pyramid

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