Hoy que broté del capullo dorado/ acunada por mi madre la luna/protegida por mi padre iradiante/me rodean su ternura y cariño/ y no siento tristeza ni soledad.
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She gave me a music box to sooth my dreams/enchanting voices sing out in canon /choirs of faeries that live in the trees/when huming their serenades their mischievous bees splash us with honey.