Mountain, the priceless abode
of exquisite landscape and nostalgic tranquility
Alike, a behemoth archive of some priceless crust
Look, as your vision carries your sight,
Rooted firmly, the generous primeval relic
Does not demand any of your perspective!
Sing the carol of the birds,
Sing in harmony and sing the civilization
Or flock and fly together,
As the birds of same feather,
to it's peaks and seek it's demolition
Mountain, never demands your vision!
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