I hold mountains and trees in head,
Wonderful story is always here said.
Go on watching far sky horizon east,
If you have a moment hold at least.
Mountains are flying within a height,
They are sparking like clouds light.
Mountains are running in a high sky,
Come on men soon let us too do fly.
Kissing beauty pure, vices sky kills
I catch in my hand too large hills.

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