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As the Mountains arise at dawn,
They start sending their messages,
Through the smoke of there chimney.
There breath is picked up by the hand of the wind.
The hands carry these messages to a world beyond ours.
Once received the heavens reply by rain,
Or thunder.
As the moon arises,
It hears the cry’s of the wind
And interprets them for the mountains.
For it is only the mountains to know,
And to let man kind know,
At the end of time.
Now and then there is a trouble,
Who can’t hold in it’s anger for the heavens.
It is the moon’s job to watch us,
With it’s giant eye,
Until it is told to let the secrets out.
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