Prompt:
1. I am on the highest branch of Harjula's ridge; as far as the eye can see, I see lakes with their bays. Look, Längelmävesi over there gleams with a silver light, :,: and Roine's beloved waves caress its shores. :,:2. Like a beloved's gentle eye, so bright, so blue, is the sparkling Vesijärvi, which slowly, swaying, creeps to them with its hundreds of islands. :,: It cradles them gently as a mother her children. :,:3. But around the leafy shores, the pine stands are in thought, and like an old man, gazes at children playing their games. And the meager fields greet them, waving, :,: and the blooming meadows send scents to the breeze. :,:4. What a treasure, oh poor Finland, could equal your beauty! That blue sparkle of your lakes, that silvery golden one! If sorrow or joy lifts melodies here into song, :,: in them forever are reflected these clear blue waters. :,:5. I am but a small bird and my wings are weak; yet if I were a mighty eagle, I would rise in flight, and soar up to the heavens to God's throne.
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