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# The birds in the trees have all gone silent
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It's getting late, and the twilight is sagging toward dusk,

Frozen as a poplar in time,

Minty fields and the aroma of blooming trees The

The abundant earth exudes a pleasant scent.

And there was the sun, who was beaming with joy at high noon.

And she was crowned with a beautiful tiara.

A scarlet veil draped across her shoulders, concealing her shoulders.

In its night palace, to drift off to a dreamy sleep.

Ascending through a wooded glade on an elevated ridge

Creates a soft breeze with his hands.

There's also off in the distance, masked by fog:

Roads in the form of thin, barely perceptible ribbons.

The petals of flowers and eyelashes of cats have all closed.

Grasses lowered their heads in contemplation,

And the birds in the trees have all gone silent.

Sugary half-sleep blankets the trees in the valley.

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