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Good day to the rising Sun. And the temperate afield. Places low and growing. For the thirsty water; And merciful cup. On days of June and Winter. Yours for your escape. To the plenary and winding. And the simple trust on water. These are our phones. And they are in trust with Man. And walls of plenty. The didache to its fold- When flowers combine- Justice gold. And courts shall be our land.