Desperate flowers storm the undergrowth,
Let animals become absent when they grow,
Loath them when they breath and stammer in speech,
Inside is splendour of life, the light is overpowering.
Glow so longer than the moon at night
To achieve a wonderful pleasure of the night.
Open and timely, the clock of the grand type
Spins and shapes like the athletics of the Olympics.
Flow with beauty and let it flow, so long and hard,
Like the paths of joy, and attacks of gold.
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