In Megima
The leaves of the beeches breathe
The sparkling air of day's awakening.
The birches spread the buds of leaves
For the small singing birds to linger there.
In Megima, land of the tuneful waterfalls
Wandering-together heals my beloved
The sparkling air of day's awakening.
The birches spread the buds of leaves
For the small singing birds to linger there.
In Megima, land of the tuneful waterfalls
Wandering-together heals my beloved
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