Night has gone leaving the-
pearls on the green sword.
Dews on the green swords-
touch the right chord.

Golden arrows of peacy hearts
fall across the tiny hearts.
And the spectra in the sphere
speaks the tongue of cheer.

The whole almighty is limited here
where the heaven is placed.
And what are you looking for there,
here the heaven is placed.

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