Page 6 - book 1-1
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golden fields of wheat
the eternal meekness of wheat fields,
golden fields rippling in the breeze
to spread seeds and whispers
through forests of spruce and cedars,
valleys fed by sapphire streams,
blooming in lands of fairies and elves...
old troubadours echoed zither melodies
in hymns of homage to the simplicity of nature,
while villages and castles have progressed
for the wealth that a humble cereal shared
in timeless rhymes of color and pain
on the flavor of the waves of time
