Mountains! I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle. I turn my head startled, The sky is three foot above me! Mountains! Like great wave surging in a crashing sea, Like a thousand stallions In full gallop in the heat of battle. Mountains! Piercing the blue of heaven, your barbs unblunted! The skies would fall But for you strength supporting.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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