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I am looking at the shore of the lake in my travels.
I wandered alone as a mist,
Which is not showing the high valleys and hills,
When I have seen that everywhere was empty,
The river is the host like Golden.
By the lake, far from Pedo,
The wind blows and dances,
Shining stars in their place,
The stars have stopped shining twinkling.
It's a never ending river
It's coming flowing,
Seeing happiness, I nod my head.
I have been looking at a glance.
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