Life of hidden Smiles

Let air of the day be frozen,

Forever, as good as the sleeping stone;

Let blue of the sky be gotten,

Forever, as long as the shining sun.

Let flower of the rose be color-ridden,

Forever, as good as the hunting crane;

Let breeze of the whirl be rotten,

Forever, as long as the falling rain.

Let smile of the herd be hidden,

Forever, as good as the running man;

Let life of the folks be awaken,

Forever, as long as the searching brain.

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