The real common language
Is smile and love and look,
Though interpreters are
There to view and review
In different angles to
Refine the truthful-mood.
Our lingua-franca is life
And we live with it taking
Everything that are in need
From the air and water and
Light and from the earth.
Every moment this earth is
Changing its colours, forms
For us and we are here with it.
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