The hills before me smile so blue,
Tell a tale thats oh so true,
A tale that lasts more than the told,
Its grain of truth outsells your gold,
Where luck is sore and bane is brave,
And zest of the vain is lost in grave,
The hills before me whisper it all,
The paupers who rise and the kings who fall,
Soft like love and cruel like stone,
The tales of love and gales of storm,
My angels of now and my demons of then,
The hills before me yank them sane.
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