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 My feet move slowly, no one dances in the valley, My voice is very low and quiet, for those who sob sing not; I love the mountains, but I live in the valley; Some day I will teach my heart.to be content, I know that I must live in the valley, My lot has fallen to me in the valley, But I love the mountains, I was young in the mountains! Though I live to be old, I shall never see them again. I have a golden chain and a silver necklace, Every night they are wet with my tears.

Day sees her smiling, smiling, But when the sun bas set, Night hears her weeping, weeping.