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Where the moon in the solitude shines. |
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Where the owl has it's nest. |
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Where the spruceforest lonely whines, |
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there I will find peace. |
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Over every log and stone |
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the fog lies. |
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In the cold and pail light |
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of the moon, |
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the wolf barks at the sky. |
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Where the moon in the solitude shines. |
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Where the owl has it's nest. |
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Where the spruceforest lonely whines, |
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there I will find peace. |
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To this untouched primeval forest, |
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shall my spirit forever belong. |
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Here shall I die in solitude under |
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the tones of an elvrong. |
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This is where my spirit |
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forever shall be. |
