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Dark clouds of a storm Have moved eastwards With the rumble of thunder. Layers of sheet lightning over The mountains with sudden Streams finding their way Downwards are what remains. The mountains hold the spirit of the land. From here their peaks have looked Down on the lowlands to the north And seen the crossings from east to west Or west to east that made and Remade the stamp of history. The mountains bear the dream of the land. They have seen how east and west pressed This country, threatening its oneness. But through division and the rule of others The will remained to rise and begin again. |
