Pull some ropes of dignity,
Up in the heavens and planets.
Push into green pastures
Open are the fields so large,
The real weight of a leaning man
Is due to gravity and his graveness.
Hear the chimes most lovely,
Sounding like the heavens and earth.
Most grave sounds of loneliness
In this quiet room, the sky.
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