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Mountains

Singing high above valleys
The wind unshackled calls a rally
Spreading a song of it's icy throes,
Man will ne'er know where it goes
Peaks arising shadowing plains,
Seeking sun with all it's rays
Tho' failing always in it's trial
Men will gaze 'pon and shed denial
Many fight violent to the goal,
Tis but a few that can pay the toll.




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