Wish Never Ends - 1
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O, tree, through this fertile earth you grow out
Then catch too many leaves, flowers, fruits;
I have no shade, no color, no food
To you Creator has caused me connected,
For shade, color, food
And other necessary stuff,
I ever wish
You grow more these for all of us,
You obey His orders
We forever get from you our favors.
O, tree, through this fertile earth you grow out Then catch too many leaves, flowers, fruits;
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