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And will you follow the old aristocratic lead
Of blind theories and go back again
Will you plant money where the earth recedes
And wash with paltry words our pain

All plants grow from the bottom up, it's true
The seed becomes a tree, the child a man
Compassion is the only genuine point of view
That meets the river in the valley ere the sand.

Come to us and we will tell you, what theorist
Cannot predict or know, river and valley
Meet too far below them, institutional prejudice
Blind their eyes. Listening them is a folly.

Give us poor the resources in our hands, did
We ever keep ought, but give and build
The structures of great economy? So now amid
The great recession, give us, let us build!

Rivers and rains are the only things that flow from up 
To down, returning what came from down before
The sunlight sucks the breast of blessing from our cup
But kind heartedly bring it back to proper store.

O, my friend, do not try the sun's experiment, no
Your theorists are sponges and nothing flows out
Once it enters there hungry mouth. Come below
And let us build up ... nature shows the perfect route

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