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♪ THE NIGHT IS OURS, SPRING IN THE WOOD OF SKIES ♪
♪ WE HEAD TO THE HEATH, WITH OUR TENT, WHERE THE BERRIES GROW ♪
♪ TAKE ME, DEAR FRIEND, TO THE MIRTH OF YESTERDAYS ♪
♪ WHERE OUR CREEK RUNS FREE AND THE BIRCH WILL BLOW ♪
♪ LIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS. SCENT FROM OUR DEAREST FOUNTAINS ♪
♪ THE WIND IS COUNTING YOUR HAIR, IN THE LIGHT, AGLOW ♪
♪ THE DEW COMES FORTH. OUR VALLEY IS SWEPT WITH PIECE ♪
♪ OUR DREAMS COME TRUE, WHO SLEEP IN THE WOOD OF SKIES ♪
♪ ON THE BERRY-HEATH THE LAST TOUCH OF SUNLIGHT DIES ♪
♪ AND THE CALM IS DEEP WHERE THE QUIET WATERS FLOW ♪
♪ LIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS. SCENT FROM OUR DEAREST FOUNTAINS ♪
♪ THE WIND IS COUNTING YOUR HAIR, IN THE LIGHT, AGLOW ♪
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♪ LIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS. SCENT FROM OUR DEAREST FOUNTAINS ♪
♪ THE WIND IS COUNTING YOUR HAIR, IN THE LIGHT, AGLOW ♪
♪ THE WIND IS COUNTING YOUR HAIR ♪
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