The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
On the background of the sky in the field of yellow sunflowersOn the background of the sky in the field of yellow sunflowers
A field with purple flowers and a tree under the descending fogA field with purple flowers and a tree under the descending fog
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