Inessential what is the weather,
They bravely go forth, to scout unknown
Big and old branches can't,
To block their way afore.
They want to discover something new,
To discover something old.
For ages and ages, forest will whisper their names
Brave travelers from beautiful Serbian forests.
They will not stop... never
Their lust is insatable...
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