The bush,
Of the story,
Like the clouds!
Opening the Sky;
Being told,
To you.
Bale, ale!
Sold with the muse of a culture;
Along the river of beauty,
Close to the eyes and,
Bold with your heart.
The bush,
Bold to behold;
With the fruits of love;
To give the children apples to eat.
This story of love,
With a positive mind to face the future;
Reflecting on past works,
With imaginations from the original!
Having a story to tell.
Oh it is very cold outside!
So, put on your jacket before you go out of the room;
To protect yourself,
To protect your works,
And to face nature.
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Bale, ale! With the muse of life.