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The moon's brother flew into the sky and settled down.
Everyone was happy, as the moon’s brother touched the rocks.
The Black Stone before and after the rain appear replenished.
Then the fields turned green and the danger passed.
The storms stopped and people survived.
A dream in spring and a dream in green summer.
This and that are what fate wanted.
Thus, the color of the fate was yellow.
It was then searched for in large and small encyclopaedias.
Then the moon brother appeared with his blue and green handkerchief.
Calmness and peace prevailed on the surface of the earth and on the surface of the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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