Tree planted in shade
Everyone's horror is in the air Sorrow is planted in fair winds People recognize me most of the time Your fragrance is wrapped in coats His eyes are fixed on his path And the hearing is in the air The heart is entangled in the splendor of the city Don't ask how it is planted in the village I put grains in the yard and call them I have the birds in prayer It will also dry up A tree planted in the shade
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