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| Mare Serenitati |
Out of the cascade of waterfalls and granite,
the stone looks down on you.
Flying about, the wings of mist,
gentle sounds of singing and sunlight.
Creatures of blue,
light beams and trees
and tones of whiteness
of the white snow of white foam.
Falling down,
peaceful,
descend and ascend
cascades of waterfalls.
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