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To the Mountains To the mountains I am going, With my flock of gentle sheep; Where the grass and flowers are growing, Newly waked from winter sleep. 
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To the MountainsTo the mountains I am going, With my flock of gentle sheep; Where the grass and flowers are growing, Newly waked from winter sleep.
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