I will be like the mole
What a hole
Penance, says the hydra
When there is drought
I will be like the gibo
That torments
No There is no light that cannot be seen
From the moor
And don't tell me now
You are waiting
Penance says the hydra
When there is a drought
And if you hide in the hole
you are like her
I want myself at my will
Not yours
O hydra, he says tell me the truth
Naked and raw
It's better to give it in a ditch
than in the hands
of those who envy our lives
and take the bread
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