Milk of the soul 

Honey almost every flower found

Grass under a sun beating in on its nested swords

Cows gathered on the hill of fertile grass 

Rain and wishing winds flows through the mixed sky

A Hallow group of trees, grove 

Flowing from the same time, milk

The soul milk 

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