I went upon the pool to see perhaps the picture of own loneliness in the water .no water on the pool ,the fishes were telling that the trees aren't guilty at all,that was the hot noon in the summer.the bright son of the sun sat on the lip,and the eagle of sun came and took him to the air .if you see GOD in the throb of the garden ,tell him that the fishes' pool is without water.the wind was going to sycamore, and i was going to GOD .
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