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Through misty air, the chill winds surge
‘Till lonely shores where dales give rise
To Azerli’sia’s crystal skies.
By moon and star and bold sunlight,
Sweet waters pure do make their way
From sov’reign peaks of matchless might,
To canyons deep and valleys grey.
A shim’ring crest of glaciers fair,
A band of moor and meadow green,
A gown of verdant forest where
Lush bounty thrives, by sight unseen.
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