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Sky is enclosing the diminutive Earth; | |||
Although the Earth be tiny, it is not at all trifling. | |||
Inside of the ocean, many are the drops of water; | |||
Taking them together is acquaintance with the sea. | |||
The flower bud, the grain of sand, | |||
Who thinks of them, fallen upon side of path? | |||
They alone have composed Earth, diffusing dreamy fragrance; | |||
Having been their role, they remain perpetual. | |||
With scope for freshness in the history of novelty, | |||
We will keep on creating within amity's periphery. | |||
Those who've made something and who've kept on making, | |||
Their private thoughts in mute mouths are loaded with honey. | |||
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