sure that
when
before
Of the birds that fly from the wind
I am afraid,
I am jealous
Oh,
from the thorns in the sugarcane
from the berries in the water
from the snow on the ground
Of the ants on the ground
I would be afraid,
I would be jealous
Of my son and my daughter
I would be afraid,
I would be jealous
Of my son
and my daughter
I would be afraid,
I would be jealous
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