Grass is not wheat
Wheat is not grass
Cow grazed wheat
The cow has not eaten
A single grain of wheat.
Not a single grain of wheat
Is there in the field
The crop is wheat
In the middle it appears
Green grass
It is wheat
Likewise, O my dear
In the middle I see You
Wheat is sown
Life is grown
Ripe only taken out
Intelligent wise-ripe man
Only dear to omniscient.
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