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As the wind blew upon the scattered seeds Randomly it spreads over the enormous greens Into a delicate pattern as nature intended As if mirroring a maze of blossoming flowers The world waltz on with its spinning wheels Still it spins and spin it still Spinning in stillness motioning at its peak On the earth bull's horn On the mixed soil with clay On the burning from smokeless fire The wind Still blowing the seeds over the entire universe

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