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RETURN

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"Forest, trusted friend and true, 
Forest dear, how do you do? 
Since the day i saw you last 
Many, many years have passed 
And though you still steadfast stand 
I have traveled many a land.
" "Yea, and I, what have I done? Watched the years their seasons run; Heard the squalls that through me groan Ere my singing birds have flown; Heard the creaking of my bough Neath the mounted winter snows.
Yea indeed, what have I done? Done as I have always done; Felt my summer leaves re-growing, Heard the village girls who going By the path that meets the spring Melancholy do in a sing.
" "Forest, though the tempests blow, The years come and the years go, And the seasons wax and wane, You are ever young again.
" "What of seasons, when for ages All the sky my lake engages; What of years ill or good, When the sap mounts in the wood; What of years or ill, When the Danube rolls on still.
Only man is always changing, O'er the world forever ranging; We each do our place retain, As we were, so we remain; Oceans, rivers, mountains high And the stars that light the sky, Saturn with its whirling rings, And the forest with its springs.
" --------- English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Cristinel Sebe School No.
10, Focsani, Romania

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