| I tower over the man-made plain; My peaks scrape the heavens. I have many brothers; in fact, We may be as many as a hundred and seven. We’re as ancient as the oldest trees, |
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| I tower over the man-made plain; My peaks scrape the heavens. I have many brothers; in fact, We may be as many as a hundred and seven. We’re as ancient as the oldest trees, |
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