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| Rugged peaks of verdant green Constitute a pleasant scene. High above a lonely bird Flaps her wings but is not heard. Every day the mountains see Unadorned humanity! People in a crowded street, Honking to a steady beat. Seldom do they lift their eyes To the mountains and the skies! People rushing to and fro, Never seeing where they go. | ||
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