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The hills are sleeping under the golden pokyval
The rocky shore on which the waves are beating
The buttons are lying on the wet glass
An iceberg grows out of the fog like an icy mountain
The boards are made of ebony. Texture ebony
The fish are blowing bubbles
The order on the riverbank got tangled in branches
Gentle waves of the sea on the coast caress the sand
Bunches of grapes in the rays of the warm sun
Meadows on the slopes of the mountains are the best pastures
White sand and the sea are a heavenly delight
The sad mood of autumn, the leaves are crumbling