Beauty cascades off the sheers,
Gold spears striking high,
Blue silouhettes rim the horizon,
And I stand head to the high Breathing in the very sky.
Air crisp as the stars themselves
Running through my lungs aloud
Like a river down a fresh mountain pass, and I feel it.
Oh mighty does my heart conclude,
In the starry night and misty dew,
Of the mountains blue and mighty too.
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