Echoing against the alpine valley's deepest depths,
In the timbers hear their thunderous voices,
For they are the spiritually liberated, the kindred
To the restless spirit of the wilderness.
Our native brethren guardian, hollowing unto
The night moon above, singing the chambered
Music of solitude's paradise.
It is a mournful cry, a haunting rhythm of this
Unchained melody, sung by...
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