In humble days we ambled long upon your slopes
Handmade, just like us
Watered by the dew, and downtrodden
Yet resilient, reaching heavenward
Glory-full in spite of all
Wreathed in smiling expectation
Breathless in awe, were we
At what grand structures lay
In cumulus and citrus,
Far above
Glistening with a weight of glory,
Upheld by your grace
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