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It is clear the sky. In the distance one sees the forest, of high trees, green, twiggy, where there are flowers and birds in party
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They fly from there crystalline volatas, among the few clearings of the branches: there, in the interior, there are laughters of daisies
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Outside, in the exterior, of the green jungle, to the edge of the roads, by the valleys, insects, on the smaragdine lown,
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In a green and flowery bower, here in a branch, beyond in a high stalk, descant small birds — dear pair —
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Beautiful fruits are aimed at in corimbs, weaving idylls in the most tender enlacement... Cheerful birds fly, amidst rain clouds,
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The wind now doesn't ululate — it sings over the flowers, where there are light and odor... And the song goes with the aroma that lift
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Smiling the Nature finally retakes the enchant that lost in the extinct Autumn. In the wood there are songs — musical symptom
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