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Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms |
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In solitude since the beginning of time |
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Forgotten, lost and only visited |
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By the icy winds that make |
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The surronding mountains rugged |
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Together with the waters which flow down |
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From the mountains sides, which flow down from the mountains sides. |
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There, in this untouched landscape, |
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Strifed only by the elemantary mights |
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There, where the spirit opens fully to |
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To the pain of solitude. |
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But where the grief has no mortal reason |
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Only the beautiness and isolation. |
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There I want to rest and to guard |
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To leave it forever unseen. |
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Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms |
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In solitude since the beginning of time |
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Forgotten, lost and only visited |
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By the icy winds that make |
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The surronding mountains rugged |
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Together with the waters which flow down |
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From the mountains sides, which flow down from the mountains sides. |