How many stars are there,
Count, O children and
While counting, be fair.
You are the container of truth,
O children, let not the time pass,
Be happy always and take care.
You are here, my dear children,
In this colorful pictures
And in your hands, let me share the world.
Open the doors and windows, O children,
Let the filtered world come to you
For your allout welfare.
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