Send out the heralds,
The king commanded his guards
Clouds have disappeared
It’s a new day, the sun shines.
Peons, time for spring planting.
Send out the heralds,
The king commanded his guards
Clouds have disappeared
It’s a new day, the sun shines.
Peons, time for spring planting.
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It sounds celebratory. Good take
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