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What happens to the dough
Swallowed before baking
The dough already chewed
Without having had time to rest
What a unique delicacy
The inert dough in the pot
There is no similar delicacy available
The dough left to its own devices
Incomplete recipe in the dough
Does not make the cake rise
If the dough is crushed
What consistency will it have
What a malnourished dough
It lacks fertilizer or yeast
I wish the dough was
The most succulent dish
The dough is made to satisfy
The hunger of those who know how to shape it
Regurgitated here and there
Put yeast in this dough, let it ferment
Let the golden rule be followed
There is no pasta without fertilizer
The stomach turns with empty pasta
It is nothing more than food
They don't want indigestible pasta
They don't want to lose their reason
What a unique delicacy
The inert dough in the pot
There's no other delicacy like it
The dough delivered to your own luck
The dough is made to satisfy
The hunger of those who know how to shape it
Regurgitated here and there
Put yeast in this dough, let it ferment
Let the golden rule be followed
There is no dough without fertilizer
The dough is made to satisfy
The hunger of those who know how to shape it
Regurgitated there back and forth
Put yeast in this dough, let it ferment
Regurgitated back and forth
Put yeast in this dough, let it ferment
Let the golden rule apply §a
Let the golden rule be applied