The soil is in ferment,
O friendBehold the diversity.
The soil is the horse,
so is the riderThe soil chases the soil,
and we hear the clanging of soilThe soil kills the soil,
with weapons of the soil.That soil with more on it,
is arroganceThe soil is the garden so is its beauty
The soil admires the soil in all its wondrous formsAfter the circle of life is done it returns to the soilAnswer the riddle O Bulleh, and take this burden off my head."
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