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The birds reveal much in their talking, and the trees grant us much wisdom in their song.
Listen for a while and hear the sagas of yore, of the ancient stories which we have no record.
From the halcyon past before man walked the earth, of the days primeval.
Hear the tale of the forest, of an Earth unsullied, a pristine emerald sea swelling with the shifting winds like a tide, the birds darting between oaken branches like a fish riding the currents.

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