O baby pilgrim, the beauty of the earth,
Do you search love we care first for your marching
forward?
When we meditate in yellow aspires, you just arrive in
love,
To fill our heart to live more, looking in your innocent
new eyes,
Those are beautiful to give way to compose shape of life,
That you need, more syllables of measured steps for
growing up.
We leave no stone unturned to keep you best in our
endeavor,
To make you a man with black hair, with wide looks of
significance,
And you will make threads of knowledge to hold divine
earth,
That is the harmony we do desire to live in peace with
shining
Of the sun, controls of each footing will not be waste
Over our life, dissolving the river of moving objects of
awakening.
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