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I Dream of Mountains


I dream of mountains in the brilliance of autumn.
I long for mountains in burgeoning spring.
I yearn for mountains in the deep throes of summer.
And in winter, mountain snows make me sing.

Fertile prairies have their own unique beauty.
Ocean beaches in bright sunlight gleam.
But I long for the haven of my mountains.
Alas, to live there is only a dream.


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