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Goethe: Wanderer's Evening Song (Other) by Sasha
Over every hill now: repose. From every tree now blows barely a breath. The tune of birds in the wood is through. Only wait wanderer, soon you will rest, too.

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Arithmetic Mean: 8.428572
Weighted score: 5.922085
Overall Rank: 1415
Posted: November 2, 2004 11:21 AM PST; Last modified: November 2, 2004 11:21 AM PST
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[9] vulcan @ 80.242.8.17 | 2-Nov-04/11:58 AM | Reply
pleasant!
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