Millions busily toil, that the human
race may continue;
But by only a few is propagated our kind.
Thousands of seeds by the autumn are scattered, yet
fruit is engendered
Only by few, for the most back to the element go.
But if one only can blossom, that one is able to
scatter
Even a bright living world, filled with creations
eterne.
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