Longing for land to grow blossom honey
bees swarm fly into bloom
next. I'll fly the ground utopia
I get there the place like paradise.
It is a place of refuge from reality
in the middle are forced to travel for a while.
Distance right reality
is too long creates real emotions.
Layer upon layer of human vanities
dreams finally stripped, and
He must not only know the wickedness of the country.
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