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Monasteries, white walls leads cold, But how the eagles proud, the nests curved, among forests inaccessible. The storms of centuries, divided times, head not inclined, And the people there, the faith preserved, ... and ladies charming in monastic clothes, With weaknesses, with human passions. So romantically, if it was all And legends wings through cozy cells, Stories beautiful, is it still ... there, I want my "nun" to find me!