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Green forest, a huge house,

The trees live here, bushes.

And the sun light walks in it,

As a guest, who came from a height.

Dressed in gold rays,

He wanders, hides in the sheets

Plays, gallops between the branches,

Fluttering yellow Ptah.

In the clear air nectar

The trees spilled slender arch.

And the bird can be heard here bazaar,

And with a streamlet, a ringing chorus.

Nature’s lush beauty

Decorated this house.

Lures his purity

Forest plunge into it.