Back and forth, up and down
In Mushin or Brooklyn down-town
Ever constant is mother nature
That, we can neither hurt nor injure

Wonders! how the night darkness
Heralds the Sun's full brightness
Truly, what goes around
Not only comes around but comes a-hound!

Regardless of our faces and races,
We-(Mankind), must mend fences!

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