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Forest
I have found the
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
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