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Wrapped in morning's silence |
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Of these emerald streams |
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Lonesome am I as I hear the ravens cry |
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Grieving art the morning songs |
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Above the forest's tranquility |
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Just ice cold winds whisper to me |
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As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart |
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One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart |
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Enchant like a dream, the Franconian woods |
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Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods |
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Caught in infinity |
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In the vastness of countless trees |
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Oh, what a purity |
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Lies in the sceneries |
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Cast for this winter hike |
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I see the north and its fountain of light |
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Morning from ice |
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The scenery of the night |
