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| Mountains in the distant haze Make a statement every day. Though we mortals go our ways They in place will firmly stay. Beds of cloud may scrape their top, Giving them a drop of rain. But in time the rain will stop, And the mountains won't complain. Maybe at the judgment day They will fin'lly tumble down. Everything will pass away When get our heav'nly crown. | ||
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