I live without sun in the morning, moon in the evening
Room is dark, stars are nowhere, clouds far
Trees are hards, leaves rough and smooth,
Mango is my favorite fruit.
I walked in the street, cars are everywhere
Red is stop, green is go and yellow is ready
The sound of the city is a million bees
My stick is my guide, it's where I follow.
I sat on the plane surface
I sitted in the wet table
My trousers now wet
I stand and wait.
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