| Farewell!
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| Pine and deciduous forest that stand on the border
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| Here a moraine ridge guides the breeze
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| Layers of rolling gravel like the subjects' hobs
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| Has since ancient times, from bare mountains, traveled with the ice
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| The waterfall, the jaws of the ancient castle are rustling
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| And spits out its emerging river
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| At a high plateau where lynx hisses shyly
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| And trace fossils have been washed away by the blood of the mountain
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| In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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| There storms sing in grumpiness, To the mountains, to the mountains
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| By glacier stretch wide sculpture
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| Shaped by the ruthlessness of the times
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| In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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| Like an obscure titanium army, To the mountains, to the mountains
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| As shadows valleys with pointed contour
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| Giants who accompany were travelers
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| Were greeted! |
| Snow brand slave showing the depths
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| Eternal snow, like a polar dream
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| The full moon spreads its garb beyond the thousand-meter precipice
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| Predatory game pulls shadows forward in boundless current
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| The rock slabs vibrate and grind in their body
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| From the erosion of the ice river to the hudlen stone
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| Covered by creeping heather that is woven against a gnarled top
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| Now I get peace of mind to think and live in the delta entrance
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| In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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| There storms sing in grumpiness, To the mountains, to the mountains
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| By glacier stretch wide sculpture
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| Shaped by the ruthlessness of the times
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| In the dark stands the mighty wall of the mountain
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| Like an obscure titanium army, To the mountains, to the mountains
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| As shadows valleys with pointed contour
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| Giants who accompany were travelers |