The mountains devoureth the volcanoes like stubble,
As the dust searh for the winds,while try to stay humble
The rock hath becometh rottenness,
As the river Gihon try to shower the forests,that they might
Feel brightness.
The lavas stroll down to the mainland,
Reminder of the last beast,of the Promised Land.
Stretch forth to the gate of Zion and to the New Peninsula,
The shadow of violin and orchestra.
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