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EARTH
Though I leap lightly
O'er the unmoving clay,
It is earth is ethereal,
Not I who run away.
O'er the unmoving clay,
It is earth is ethereal,
Not I who run away.
Earth is a giant,
Yet on her sapphire round
She pads so softly
You do not hear a sound.
Yet on her sapphire round
She pads so softly
You do not hear a sound.
Fire, typhoon, her children,
Who fill you with awe,
Are gentle as she is,
Obeying sweet law.
Who fill you with awe,
Are gentle as she is,
Obeying sweet law.
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