Let The World Be Thornless.
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I'm a thorny tree.
Whenever my seeds drop onto the ground
then and there germinate.
I say to the earth, ‘can't be dry? rough? '
Say to the summer, ‘Stay and play your hot magic'.
I earnestly wish, let the world be thornless.
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