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 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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