The Mountain
Look up brave one
To the high branches of the ladder tree
From the comfort ground on which you stand
Hook up your sun
Fool the cry enchantress, from the cavern flee
Form the trumpet sound and commit your hand
Foot up you run
To the cyan patches of endless seas
From the prophet bound to emotion grand
Stood up for fun
On the dry beaches where the treasures be
Forms all around face on smiling mountain lands
To the high branches of the ladder tree
From the comfort ground on which you stand
Hook up your sun
Fool the cry enchantress, from the cavern flee
Form the trumpet sound and commit your hand
Foot up you run
To the cyan patches of endless seas
From the prophet bound to emotion grand
Stood up for fun
On the dry beaches where the treasures be
Forms all around face on smiling mountain lands
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