For the hills be removed, and the mountains
have mercy on you. The old oak trees shall
reach up into the sky while birds depart
for the cold winter. The light shall depart
but the broad majesty of the tall mountains
cannot be quenched. The new rising Sun shall
bless the bayou's flowers, the Moon shall
bathe the purple iris. The fires depart
with the rain that forms beside the mountain.
She is a mountain that shall not depart.
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