There's a mountain in my heart
that which a decade of plains cannot conquer
It's stripy craggy sides
English meadows cannot replace
Under a lazy hazy March sun
i swallow the fresh air in it's fullness
The music of the hurrying wind
Mozart's cannot defeat
Occasional automobiles i hear
from hundreds of feet below
An immense expanse of sheer delight
stretches from here to there
In all shades of blue
they exhibit the painter's skill
There's a mountain in my heart
that no one can take away!
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