At the end of the sound lies a hill, all my dreams
(Sometimes one that does not shatter)
So tall as to claim my breadth
So curious as to tempt the rest.
Time to go a hopping, between the many islands
The many slopes that leads up to you!
Head towards the mountain; that simple tall volcano
Alive, or be it dead.
Goodbye for the night, gentle giant
As I slid into the mists, or sip upon your flavor.
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