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Send a breeze, dear mountains, send a breeze, Bring a remedy for my pain.— The mountains do not send a breeze, [Nor] do they bring a remedy for my pain. Clouds, clouds, bring a little coolness, Pour down copious rain, make [it] a sea; Put the life [and] sun of the wicked man Beneath the black earth. Send a breeze, dear clouds, send a breeze, Bring a remedy for my pain.— The clouds do not send a breeze, [Nor] do they bring a remedy for my pain. Mountains, valleys, plains, and waters, Springs running so softly, softly, Arise, take heed, [And] behold the sorrows of my heart.