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Nobody knew to move itself, Nobody knew to express, Nobody wanted to rebel itself, and all the land was lost. Suddenly, a university professor With its schematical thought, its likeable face Put the population in a paragraph. the peoples had rebelled themselves, Thanks to the schematical methods. everything left of being emphatical, and the university professor was static, and he left in them as we were. the people was to sing, Giving alive to moonlight. The university professor if put to cry, Of the joy to be In the way it people to acclaim. all to admire What it made and will make Now to help. She was it smiles the peasant, With its beloved Ines and its Juarez son, to gain month all the part that it made. It gave to its Marinez son Of gift a siams. Later it married a son Albanian Alone had had six.