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Red is blue, violet is pink, and grey is also green; Clouds forming a variegated hue, darkness dissipates without a blink, and lights dancing in gay steal the scene.
Namu Village is a home in a home, a world in a world, and the door lies close to those who seeks to see; Beneath one found a life after life, a huge family of various nature, where living and loving coincides.
There, an adorable giant resides, roaming in present, running the future, wandering on seas, deserts and mountains is his hype; He's the giant who loves to sit nested under the shade of a tree, not bad nor good, neither hot nor cold; He owns not a house but a dome, not a king but he's fitted on a throne.
Once, a child rambled on one empty night, lost in the hearth of a thorny forest; Her throat has dried, can't even stand up right, her stomach was quacking, foot was screaming rest; She tripped on a hard rock, looked up and saw the Namu Village, Standing at facade of the green fecund dazzling paradise is like a mirage, She looked enough to see the giant, they say, holding a book, scrolling a page.
He's a giant with a golden heart, offered a cup of water and food for the child to start; He showed her how things work in their realm, Pick a little frog, gently put it on his palm; They walked by the calm sea, waves kissing their feet, The giant beside her had just covered her from the sun's heat; She joined their party, everyone's smile proved that they live simply, She felt safe sorrounded by his big family, genuinely felt happy.
He's a giant inside a child who loves to play, awed by the little crabs tickling his hands; He's a giant that could give the softest hug, spits healing when he talks, footprints of inspirations when he walks; He's a giant that converts bad things to a better one; He enjoys riding a bike on a gloomy day, going along to the cold breezes by the bay.
He's a giant of poetry, in music his soul sings, His voice is an antidote, tap the child's wounds yet she feels no stings; The lyrics he wrote, cleanse her thoughts that's clashing like waves; His songs are of monolingual tune —its love and healing dressed as one, sounds deep yet it surely saves.
He's a giant, a monster in everything, Destroying things could be his thing; But he could help people make their worries ceased, As he implied that in the midst of chaos, there's peace.
He's the giant with a pure heart, He's an eminent artist armed with a healing craft; He's the giant, the King of his art, He uses no magic but he's the head master at magic shop; He's the giant of Namu Village, The giant who has a magnificent image.
