› ⠀ 𓃠 ⠀ ་ Before I knock you down, elm of the Douro,
with his axe the woodcutter, and the carpenter
turn you into bell mane,
chariot spear or cart yoke;
Before red in the home, tomorrow,
ardas of some miserable booth. Before the river to the sea pushes youby valleys and ravines,
Elm, I want to write down in my wallet
The grace of your greenish branch.
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