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The house of my childhood had no mirrors,
the muddy roadside,
leaning on his years
had no windows,
anything that would reflect the sun.
Our house was a poor little house;
from time to time, the storms of my childhood
and the north wind,
shook our weak hut
and caused great fear,
the wind wanted to uproot the foundations invisible
and...
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