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Cloud pillars clinging
like vines to the sky
Don't cry
We'll walk down the meadow
with sunrise inside
So dry your eyes
The winds of all kingdoms
meet where we stand
The gray forest people
cast off their old clothes
Good-bye
Everything's sleeping
as winter draws near
So close your eyes
The mists of all twilights
dance close at hand
The rust-coloured river
is now slowing down
Going dry
Harvest has lifted
the crown from the ground
But don't you cry
The song of the seasons
brings life to the land
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