Life sketches a circumference
Plants a silk-cotton at the centre
Red letters shall one day bloom
On the bosom of the sky
From the fruits shall emerge white clouds
The roots shall push the round frontier to the distance
The winds shall drive the fragments of clouds a far
The very dream of life is the silk-cotton
Life adores the silk-cotton
We love to pounce upon clouds
And behold the giant trees of eye-appealing red letters
Life summons us
We sit upon the earthen carpet
Listen to the songs of nature
Life is in amity with light
Light stages plays
Write plays
Looking at those many lustrous eyes
Utters theatrically- -
The show must go on
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