Vineyard my sister…

Vineyard my sister,
secluded vineyard;
Clean it with a key in the mountains
Not running imprinted.
I fruits shine
Cast, gold;
I have run, make noise
water clean, alive.
Nard, scarlet and Kinnamon
incense rich:
Only poveet Aquilon,
And zakaplyut flavors.

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