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 seconds.
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