There is a seed history gives among plantations,
You frame playlist among its web,
On its wall there is a flow left for you abandoned,
This uplift makes you merge with surroundings,
On its path lays many stones along the tides,
You sweep harvest along its shore,
These inner narration make you exist,
Always awake in carving history for so ever may flourish,
One step you becomes life make many roles,
They make your shaping dreams and so you are born.
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