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Mountains

They move, shift and flow
They break, shrink and grow
Singing on a low frequency
Not aware of your plea
Without eyes and without ears
Without a voice and without tears
Speaking through your nature
We forgot about her
Feeling winds, rains and sun
Feeling us invading upon
When there is no more key
Where do we flee
Unaware off our connection
Unaware off your protection











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