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“In the distant lands of the zither, where de pine bird dwells, the wind seems to sing through their nests,
while the gale fiddles with the delicate sprigs.
I have experienced the whole ,to the whole I have opened my eyes ,In my pilgrimage to the distant lands of the zither,
I found my peace again, where the pine bird dwells.” -Markku
while the gale fiddles with the delicate sprigs.
I have experienced the whole ,to the whole I have opened my eyes ,In my pilgrimage to the distant lands of the zither,
I found my peace again, where the pine bird dwells.” -Markku
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