Waterfalls glide from the North
Down the snow-covered mountaintop
And on that inviting beauty of the Earth
Nesting on the Alpine trees, a flock of birds chirp
In tuneful songs
Across the pacific valley
And there I always wish to be
taking in pride in the glorious affinity
With those never-ending songs of the solitary delight.
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