Days are full of care Simply because their bellies are Pregnant with a lot of things That sometimes bother us and That sometimes enjoy us, Days' bellies are swollen with Our cares and with our pains, We struggle to help these days Give birth, so We become more happy with our days, If these days don't give births, then We will stay in a bad shape For ever and ever.
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