W hen I got up in the morning to nurse my son, I saw that he was dead. But when I came nearer and looked, I saw that he was not my son who was born to me.”
Quando me levantei pela manhã, para dar de mamar a meu filho, eis que estava morto; mas, atentando eu para ele ã luz do dia, eis que não era o filho que me nascera.
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