Shake hand with hand
The evils remain in you
Destroy those all
Good virtues as much
Swings emerge and arise
Play your whistle
Let flower bloom
Let the heart be perfumed
Forget the trouble
Humble of the bee
Let spread by crazy wind
Let it know to all
Far as horizon
Water lily has bloomed
World is graceful
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