No, it's enough I've stood!
It's time, high time to take flight
Into my northern wood,
Back to its green delight!
Simply to breath ---
To feast my sight!
I'll rise with the dawn's first glow
Anf out in the chill I'll go,
While here, there is nothing, no!
No spring,
No burrow,
No lair,
Not a trace of anything live,
Anywhere!
People changed in their hearts,
changed all the greenery...
But those are my native parts,
My dream, so precious to me,
My home, my sanctuary!
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