Oh the mountains,
Where the rain falls deep.
Where the trees grow,
proud and tall.
Where no animal fears the shot of a gun,
For it never thunders here.
Oh the mountains,
Where the murders run deep.
Where loved ones,
are lost.
Where even the bravest fear,
These mighty, forsaken, mountains
Oh the mountains,
Where the legend burrows deep,
and secrets,
lie all around.
Where no truth is told,
for this place beholds
so much majic.
and love.
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