I walk on the earth
through the spring grass
and the red soil of summer,
the breeze on my back,
high above the marble sun,
throwing its light on the grasslands,
forests and hills.
I walk on the earth
through the spring grass
and the red soil of summer,
the breeze on my back,
high above the marble sun,
throwing its light on the grasslands,
forests and hills.
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