Rising high,
Let us hug each other.
Falling low
Let us hug each other.
When there is no high
And no low, let us hug each other.
Make hugging a habit,
And see, you have real might.
With might and main,
You have to stay here, my dear.
Enjoy life, O migrator,
Where ever you are, you are
In multi-colored earth, and your
Companions are twinkling stars.
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