The Beloved.
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When a tree grows, the earth smiles
The pride it shows with lovely feels
When the tree grows the earth gives
Enough to grow and get it loved
When the tree becomes big with enough branches
The earth smiles, with pleasure
When the tree is fallen the earth cries
I am the mother, protector, of this beloved.
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