The
world
An endless garden
With
pouring silver golden gifts
From
morning to morning
Without
reason
A
constant thanksgiving
For
every sentient being
Thanks
for coming again and again
In
winter and in rain
In
autumn and in summer
In
most anywhere, everywhere
We
are singing this song
In
behalf of the garden
It's the giving
all the way, all along
Without
expectations and without any reason.
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