To the volume I say it works like words,
Feeding a frenzy in some hearts of ancient
Spring, the summer has begun, the summer
Has won, like the winning of the birth of a cow.
These calves are luxury for the ideal eaters,
Who are these ideal men and women?
The richer define themselves as the seasons,
The poorer declare their innocence.
One must be a book of great stature
To feel a wonder of wisdom that illustrates,
And it illustrates the learned men who speak
Separately, for the innocent bystander is to
Hear the words of a thousand generations.
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