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White Mountain

White Mountain

Birds cease to fly,
A crystal blue sky.

Words cannot leak
White powder peaks.

Great heights form stages,
Clouds rover ranges

Valleys cut mountains in half,
Water flows invites rafts.

A sight to behold
Eyes cannot fold

And where men dare to climb.

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