There is a whole mountain And a river runs through it If you split my mountain wide You would find many rivers Among flocks of non-white doves And non-temptable mortals The kingdom is much more real And the beauty is endless Only when tightened beyond recall Is your necklace a blessing Leave your pearls in the sea You undeserved bitch You are not worthy of such a treasure My hand on your heart, I know there is a beating In this oh so bleak landscape There are many mountains ... but not so much water. My kingdom
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