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Last days
of the pinkish autumn,
Heart touching bank,
Of the charming Daral Lake,
When golden rays,
Of the falling sun spread,
Then observe,
A strange dispersion of fog,
When chilly wind stings,
And tall pine trees begin to sing,
A strange maze exists,
Why nomads love their journey,
Perhaps!
Revenge of the poverty,
Let fairy of the lake a genius,
To disclose this mystery.
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