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■ n_everending story
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I took the knife and
I start digging It's very hard to get inside, But no problem, I will carve a circle And I’ll ask the wolves If they are still fighting for The piece of meat Which has already died If he offers his throat I won’t bite him Because that’s the unwritten law Of our family I trust you’re telling the truth I am, I am Said the wolf Keep digging and be careful You should do that inside Some strong skin Red eating it I knew that a sharp knife Would be enough But why am I falling Where do I go? I just wanted to find a way to myself You should’ve asked first
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