Bones of magic
They hid
Themselves
In part in the
Strewn soil
Under the old firs
How long,
How long,
We will not live
This life!
The life of magic and
Of wild beauty!
Life is given to these
The wild and the
Beautiful!
We live this life
Let us
Abandon the old cast
And don
This exchanging the past!
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