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Picture, Not Future

Children are like grains on the planet,
Fill the bellies of their parents with joys and happiness.

Of sweetness that sweets the tongue and palate,
For the seed of womb must be scattered to the world.

Oh! my seed, planted by the riverside,
watered and nourished to the peak.

Pick your way up to the sky,
As you rise toward becoming the greatest of all time.

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