A smoke from the land
Touches my hand
While I throw a sand
Into the silent pond.
Moreover, my spirit was drawn
By a single thrown
Holds me like a crown
So deep and down.
Nevertheless, speed up the fortune
To be loved by the tune
From September to June
Hope to immune.
Therefore, let it come
To my way and it is welcome
Moreover, it is as well awesome
Moreover, not a burdensome.
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