My eyes sieve nature to pick up cream of scenes for you.
Come on my child, take these eyes.
To let you grow up sonorously,
my ears collect all eternal gold.
Come on my child, take these ears.
My mason hands and galloping feet
bring the best of world for you.
Come on my child, take these limbs.
If blind, deaf and crippled parent
becomes your stumbling block,
come on my child, choose your wings and fly away.
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