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Look at
the silence,
Of the huge Mankial mountain,
Observe its towering passion,
Stands firm in the chilly waves,
In the beauty of nature,
Why invites men?
To touch its wounded heart,
Why grief is felt?
Why tears drop?
An ambition always lies,
To embrace a tall pine tree,
At the peak of winter,
Silence, silence everywhere,
But not any glacier to fall,
To quench the thirsty land.
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