Surrounded by the dense woods, there is a lake now.
Here is the lake, the resting place for the streams from the depths of the forest- see them kissing their beloved; Look at the clouds reflecting upon its transparency, look at the birds - the spread wings of dreams souring towards the horizon, listen them singing joyfully! Here is the water that quenches the thirst of the travellers from the distant!
Were these birds waiting for me to sing the melodious? Was the breeze stopped behind the leaves to welcome me with his magical touch?
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