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When the Earth still was suffered by steps of stones,
When the soul did not know a body form
And didn't knows a run of days,
When the soul didn't know
Heavens and a ground,
In this time the soul did not know the world,
Did not know dream,
She was gived a flight without inhale,
And the sky called her to itself, like it called a bird
on his breast.
In this time the soul yet did not know the world,
And world didn't know itself.