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Where the history of my land
Meets a spot of green surrounded by a shade of hazel
There, a faun plays with the air,
The magic of the mountain,
He told me that he tastes
The sweet and sour taste
Of the rainy clouds a-coming
And he told me not to be too sad when the storm .
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