Abstract
Abstract
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When I see the green,
Keeping the place so keen.
Then I see the birds sing,
That never learned to sing,
And I turn to the ocean big:
To see endless waters swing;
What's keeping me alive,
Will kill me aside.
I searched for a place to hide,
To keep my body tide
And waited a quarter of life.
All these years, I observed
Honest as I adage.