Mountain


There's a little girl
Who looks upon a mountain
Upon that mountain, she see's a swirl
A swirl of clouds, high in the sky
The little girl asks herself why, oh why?
She lays there and starts to cry
Her curiosity is beginning to fountain
The little girls tears are fading away
The swirl of clouds are beginning to disappear
She wonders what will come the next day
There's a little girl
Who looks upon a mountain.

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