It was opened bare to you,
Chopper, hopper!
Reddish in colour but, soft to touch.
Rural development,
Urged with the muse of love;
And, to develop the area with your might.
Foot, afoot!
And, to bury the differences with your muse;
With the reconstruction of the narrow road of love.
Of the sea! !
At the sea of love;
The urge of this rural development at hand.
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