Rise and touch.
Wings breed eye.
Stand and touch.
Desolation, desolation, and work.
The wind waves like a big breeze.
Where is the relaxed pirate?
Relaxed, restful lads quietly pull a clear, free shore.
Where is the free flower?
Oh, desolation!
Life is a still wind.
Waves rise...
Calmness, stillness, and faith.
Mother earth, relaxation!
Why does the flower wave?
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