That time of year thou mayst in me behold \ When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang \ Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, \ Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
(W. Shakespeare)
2009 - FEELING like MOUNTAINS 5th Edition - The Alp of Siusi
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When many winters shall keep you in their white shadow...
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