In the land of the snow flowers
Where the dew drops off the sea,
The cliff hangs over the country side
That connects the field to the leaf.
Where the bird is found
Flying broadly over the sea,
The corn flowers, sweet silk will melt
Into the land, the sea.
Inexplicable, indescribable,
See the plate of lovely yellow?
Fall of the fallings, Spring of the singing
The broad shadow fell,
Directly,
into the sea.
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