Moon-land's fairy having come,
He kept giving the light's tidings...
Sweetly smiling, having loved,
He told everything of the commonweal.
Nobody wails from starvation;
Gasping in ailing's extremity is none...
Under mental pain's lamentation
No one sees a world of ebony.
On every face is a bright illumination
From the latent happiness in full blossom...
Sweetness of pollen in the bloom's bosom,
Just like there had been in the realm of fancy.
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Endless is the potential of this earth.
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