The pines that
on the
peaks
of
the snow
mountain
clamber
ah! they
scent
even though
so
high!
vibrating
vibrating all the music
be
in waiting:
on the lake
a couple of
swans:
but
they
sing
not
for
their
time
is
still
and today
they will
will heavily
will
strongly
to
be
into the night
and
then next night!
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