As I stand on the mountain peak
Things no longer look bleak
Rushing rivers flow into the trees
Majestic hills overlook deep valleys
As I percieve that below the mountain peak
I feel new hope and am no longer weak
Birds singing joyous tunes
The hills so lush, their like a green dune
Who wouldnt like that?
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