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No one does touch, no one does touch. | No one does touch, no one does touch. | ||
Smeared with vitality is the gold pollen, | |||
Glistening life, enfolding nectar. | |||
But that nectar, it is remote; | |||
And so the bumblebees never approach. | |||
A colourful fairy from the land of clouds | A colourful fairy from the land of clouds |