português
pinus jeffreyi 
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And the still black pine-trees stood about them like sentinels.
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Yonder is a great, whiteheaded cloud, slowly unrolling himself in the bosom of a black pine forest.
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They have grown at about the same rate as the black pine and are healthy, vigorous trees.
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The slim, black pine-trees nodded and bent to one another, with the moon looking over their shoulders.
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And sheltered by its black pine-trees
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The real procession of the pines begins in the rifts with the long-leafed Pinus jeffreyi, sighing its soul away upon the wind.