The Scottish hills and mountains,
The hilly range, the mountainous range
Under the blue, blue skies
With the highlands, uplands, lowlands
Rocks and stones
And the rivers passing by,
Floating in between,
Snow-capped, shorn off
Towering high above,
Talking to
Under the canopy of the skies
With the sunlight direct and flimsy
Reflecting over or shadowy
So mysterious and lovely.
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