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Spring has returned. The earth is
like a child who knows poems.
Many, many ….She gets the prize
for the hardship of extensive learning.
Her teacher was strict.
We liked the white in the old man's beard.
Now, as to what the blue is, the green.
we can ask her: She knows, she knows.
Earth, off from work, lucky one, play now
with us children. We want to catch you,
jubilant earth. The most joyous succeeds.
Ah, what the old man taught her - the manifold
and what is written in roots and in long,
difficult stems: She sings, she sings.
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