I love grass, I love grass that grows in water
As many un-brith children’s grass on water
By water burns its body of fire and soil
Whole world’s winter that seeks beauty of dew
In order to bring grass of grass to the orchard
So a dead man and woman are dancing by and
Your less and more of grass is bright as before
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