It's hard to find countryside tracks in cities
With the smell of straw, with the awesome smell of virginity
Where intertwined are the truths
The truths of the earth and universe.
However, under the tiles of civil manners
You could discover the ancient messages
Of the straw, the earth and childhood
The entire divine code of the starship.
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