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The
snow-covered Vale of Gabral,
When cool layers blow,
And cool drops dance,
Beside the restless waves,
Along the bank of the river,
At dawn when the frozen drops,
Glisten in the thick bushes,
And yellow moon sets,
I think that warmth is mercy,
When the majestic sun appears,
My heart beats within my breast,
It seems the pleasant event,
I welcome the day,
To read and bask.
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