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Her Mountian Her Majesty
PS (august 7,1965 / olkahoma city)

Her Mountian Her Majesty

God made these mountains white in the winter and green in the spring.
Her mountain her majasty.
Cool in the winter, hot in the summer.
Her mountain her majesty.
Why do people hurt her montain?
They throw lit ciggerettes and her mountain her majesty.
They make god cry and mad.
There is no more places for the animals, our for us to hunt and camp.
Her mountain her majesty.

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