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There will be misfortune
When the eighth month comes.
The earth wobbles on its pivot
And dangles above the lake.
Will she sink
Or will she float?
The leader never falters
On the approach.
Tolerance and protection
Joins the goodness of the people
And everything furthers.
Blame is shucked aside
And the greathearted approach
Is complete.
Good fortune. No blame.
We must be in heaven
Because the ducks on earth
Don't sing like this.
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