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Forest, O my forest dear,

What dost thou so lonesome here?

For since I have seen thee last

Many weary years have past,

And since I have gone away

In the world I much did stray.

—O, I do as in the past,

Listen to the winter’s blast,

Which my branches tears and breaks,

Chains with ice my streams and lakes,

On my paths snow-hills will lay,

All my songsters drives away.

And I do, as long ago,

Listen when the women go

Singing their old doina song,

As they walk the path along,

To the fountain, where they still

Come their water pails to fill.

—Forest dear with quiet streams

All in this world flowing seems;

Time goes past, but only thou

Still art young and younger now.