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Images: Mila Gee Music: Coyote Hearing Lost Cowboy Scroll down for my rough translation: The skys aflame with the rising sun, Snows melting on the mountain top, Awaken now, respond, Speak to me about the dawn. Snows melting on the mountain top Before my cave, The distances shimmering silver In the dawns cautious rays. Repeat to me, my soul That today belongs to spring, That the earth is good, And the deaths not frightening. That over the fresh grass Breathes a mountain flower, Adorned in a soft w