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Grains of sand, clean and beautiful
why we should live our lives
both wasteful
The earth, with God's
the hope will bear fruit
How many Autumn
How many winter days
I heard the wind whistling
The toil and care
whoever takes root in the earth
forgets Heaven
sees only the sprig
the passage of bending
The crop of life
resembles the colors
Dawn and West
the wrist and flower
the surplus is kindness
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