Colorful lives and delicate honey on the trees.
Be in better shape my dear friend
In feeling so lonesome.
Picture the land and think of it often.
Save your soul in the trees and rest.
Better yet, lie in the fresh spring grass,
Count every blade and instantly be made.
Be of it what you may and never cease.
Follow the steps that lead behind, they are yours.
Caramelizing life, in heat and in sweetness.
Penetrating knowledge, driven beautifully here.
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