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The sun is rising, the grass is whispering.
By the path where you walk
My dear one, my teacher, a star of the world.
Where should
I look?
Where to find you?
My teacher, star of the world
Where should
I look, where can
I find you.
On the desk lie small notebooks
Children are chirping, golden, golden
And cranes are flying, flying in the sky.
The bell seems to call.
Young ones
Flying, cranes flying in the sky.
The call seems to beckon the young.
In how
Many have grown up flown away from us
On earthly paths, into the clear blue
Into the blue, but you are back on this