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The Mountains


 

There they stood tall and wide

With the powers of snow and rain

Never they get tired

Never they get the wage

Of protecting the countries again and again

The sparkling, glittery water flows through its land

And helps others without taking anything back in exchange

It is the place of beauty

It is the place of medicine

Why don't people understand the importance of this natural helping friend?

Though they are very old

They are as precious as gold. 

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